Aftermath

Mom is missing, Dad is literally losing it the longer the two of them are apart, and my brothers aren't my brothers-or so it seems. Patrick is doing things that remind me of Phil and me. He is just a lost cause because of his luck with women. And me . . . I am torn between two brothers and don't want to choose between the two of them. They both give me something different, and they both love me. I love them too but differently as well. I know it is wrong, but I can't help myself. The passion the three of us generate together is unstoppable, and they know it as well as I do. I am so fucked up and feel that the world won't understand. Nothing is as it seems. I keep remembering. I have been put through hell. It is all because of one man-or so I assume-and that is Victor Grant. Even he isn't as he seems. He isn't who he claims to be either. Everything is one big mess. I try to stay one foot ahead of him, but he is always a mile ahead of me. He causes me to break every rule I have in place for myself to keep me grounded when it comes to love, sex, money, life, or whatever, and now the only rules I am playing by is his, not mine. I have to do things that I am not proud of, and I have to make sacrifices that no one my age should have to make. I have to do things that I don't want to, but I am slowly becoming accustomed too and, honestly, enjoying the more I did it. This cat-and-mouse game with Mr. Grant is taking another turn, and I will not stop until I have made sure that my family is back together again. I have to do it for my dad this time, and regardless of what I am up against, I will succeed because I won't stop until he has Mother back in his arms. Failure is not an option. I have gotten Antonio and Dad back home, and now I'll do the same and get Mother back-no matter what. I am determined. After all, my name is Philip Eugene Stevens, "Storm." And I always get what I want and eventually on my terms.