Roots of Resentment

Felix Pov:

I stomped into my room after giving the old man a piece of my mind. My insides boiled at his words. What did he call me? A weed? He referred to me as a weed? All these years I had tried to tolerate both the old man and his grandson— my step brother. I had endured their slithering words for years and this was the height of it all. I couldn't contain it anymore. I just couldn't! I slammed