(Grant)
It's official. My brother is a f*****g i***t. What the hell is he thinking?!
I mean, knocking Clay out and breaking into the house?! Does he have a death wish?
I dragged Grayson out of Katrina's room before clenching my jaw tightly and trying not to snap. I swear if I need dental work after this, I'm sending him the bill.
"Can we make it quick? I don't want to leave Katrina alone for too long."
I swear my head almost spun around like the f*****g exorcist.
I turned back, glaring at my brother profusely and almost keeled over when I saw the goofiest smile ever spreading across his face.
"What the f**k is wrong with you?! Seriously! Do I have to commit you to some type of psych ward or something? I think you have lost your damn mind!" I snapped, watching as my brother reac
