Callan

The guy with a bloody face stood up and tried grabbing a stool. He rammed it halfway into my side before I caught it, using it as a weapon against him now. I knocked it into his chest and when he stumbled back, I swung the thing in the air and knocked it off his back. He dropped to the ground and suddenly all these arms were pulling me off.

“Get the fuck off me!” I hollered at whoever was touching me.

“Callan, what the fuck are you doing?” I realized it was my cousin and probably Bryce behind me. The old man must have called them to let...