Trapped.

Brady Martin doesn't know who he is, his mother wants him to be one thing, then another

I sat on my bed and stared at the starch white walls, despising the house I lived in. This life wasn't me, I wasn't supposed to be like this.
"Brady! Come down here!"
"Why?!"
"When someone asks you to come, you do not ask why! Get down here!" I groaned and threw my body off the bed.