Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three: A Son's Resentment, A Father's Regret

Trevor I got a call from dad when I arrived home from work. I stifled a yawn with the back of my palm, my eyes watering. I was exhausted from the day's stress. Taking responsibility for myself was harder than I thought, but I loved the new me. I loved the sense of purpose I always had after the end of each day. It was now that I thought I was actually living. All the time that I had only been partying around as a rebellion, I knew that I was only wasting my life. And I was hurting myself greater than I did any other person. I got down from the car and locked the doors. My phone vibrated again as I walked toward the entrance to my apartment. I answered the call and raised the phone to my ear. "Yes, Dad." "Trevor, how are you doing?" "I'm good," i replied, typing in the passcode to my apartment. It unlocked with a faint beep, and I walked in. I closed the door behind me, and it automatically locked in place. "How about you? Is everything alright?" I asked him, pulling my sh