KNOX
By the time I make it downstairs, Layla is talking to that jackass Peter. My dad told me all about her “boyfriend” and how she was a good girl and I needed to stay away.
All my life they’ve been telling me to stay away from my sister, but it’s no use. We share a special bond that they don’t understand, and they never will. Layla loves me, and I love her. Now that I’m back, I’m not leaving until she comes with me.
Just when I take a step toward Layla, my mom cuts my path off. “Don’t ruin this night for her,” she says in a sharp voice.
“You mean don’t ruin it for you,” I say, and her eyes narrow.
“You’re not welcome here anymore, Knox. We’ve made that perfectly clear.” She straightens her shoulders, and I wonder what it must be like to hate your own son.
“Yes you have. But don’t w
