Hate me

Knox

The muscles in my chest draw tight as the driver pulls up to the brown brick building. 

This is it. 

After pulling my wallet out of my pocket, I hand the driver some cash. 

“Thanks.” Smiling, he shakes my hand. “Although I should probably be thanking you, huh?” 

Not yet. 

Hiking my bag over my shoulder, I step out of the car. 

You’ll never amount to anything, you dumb piece of shit. 

My father’s voice echoes throughout my head as take in the block letters above the building that read, 

Military Entrance Processing Station. 

Maybe my father was right…

But there’s only one way to find out.