Brandon's POV
I sat in my room, lights off, head buried in my hands, my eyes shut. The air felt heavy and suffocating. I was supposed to be at Jason's party, but I couldn't bring myself to go—not after that brutal conversation with Mr. Pat.
God, he was furious. His words had hit like lashes. I didn't argue. I couldn't. Every single thing he said was true. I was behind in school, way behind. And the one thing that could've explained the distractions—music—was also in shambles.
But the worst of it all was his threat to call my parents.
That would ruin everything I'd been trying so hard to keep under control.
I'd been trailing Dad ever since I saw him with that woman. I didn't want to believe it. I told myself she was a colleague, a friend—anything but what she really was. I'd skipped classes just to follow him. Letting my grades suffer. Rehearsals, classes, everything it's all taking a toll on me now.
