CHAPTER 75: The Devil Never Bows

One of the things that I hate in this world because they make me feel like shit, is when my only brother and my favorite person looks at me with disappointment, it's like all I do is hurt him and make him feel ashamed that he has a useless brother like me.

Andrew's face is full of blood and his hands and pants are even more bloody. Even on his white shirt near his heart, a bloody hand is printed on it. He's not wearing the suit anymore, and half of his shirt buttons are unfastened, and he looks like he's suffocating.

"Where did you go and left all of us, Adrian? I called you over and over again hoping you would pick up and come over here but you didn't" Andrew says with a cold look.

"Where did you go when I needed you the most, brother?" He asks again. With an angry voice this time. Fuck my life!