Bab 19: F***king midget

Jason Davenport

I lay on my bed feeling full, and grateful that I had my phone back.

That bitch Ashley had been useful for once. That doesn't mean we were buddies now.

I scoffed.

If this was her way of trying to get me to warm up to her, then she was in for a hell of a surprise.

Dad was obviously whipped. He was so wrong if he thought any of these sleazy women he kept tying the knot with were ever, ever going to be good enough to replace Mom.

And now he obviously believed Ashley was doing well as a sweet, considerate mother.

Bullshit.

He had decided that he was going to be blind to the whore's tactics.

Hissing, I swiped my hand over my hair.

It would eventually bite him in the ass, I decided.

Whipping out my phone from my jeans pocket, I tapped on the Instagram app and went straight to my dms.

Messages from a bunch of people asking if I was down to hang out.

I hissed. Well, I can't now can I?

Thanks Dad.