Chapter Fifty-One: Anthony Gets Some Introspection

My mood is dark when I pull up in my garage, and I unfortunately take it out on my car. How did I end up here? Alone in a huge house, a fucking high school principal with a wife who is showing signs of mental illness, a brother-in-law who is an actual nutjob and an 18-year-old who refuses to leave the center of it all. I only have 24 years to my name, but I feel like I am 50. I need a drink.

I saunter over to the bar, pleased to find none of the household staff lingering about. I pour myself a shot of Jameson and head out to the terrace, suddenly craving a dip in the pool. One person I did not expect to find by the lounge chairs, shirtless with a beer in his hand, is George. I haven't seen much of him since the incident. I try my best to stay out of his way. Not because I am giving him space, but because he looked about to pound my face in every time I saw him, and one beating from his daughter was enough for me.