Zariah
“Greg! Wait" I shout, rushing after him, but he continues to walk away from me at a great clip, and I'm not sure I can catch him, even if I run. Instead, I realize I will just have to shout after him. “Greg! It's really not what you think. I need to tell you the truth!"
“The truth?" That is enough to have him whirling around on me. “Zariah, I'm not sure you'd recognize the truth if it bit you on the a*s!"
I stare at him, my mouth agape, as I try to figure out what he means by that.
He continues, though, and he's not shy about telling me what he thinks. “Your whole life, you've followed him around like a puppy dog, worshipping his every move, like he's some sort of a f*cking Adonis, and then, when you finally get to be the right age to take over the position he's supposed to free
