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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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SHE has a fucking attitude problem.
She's only been here for two days and I'm already ready to give her up. She's a fucking bitch who doesn't know how to stay in her place.
Calling me a pathetic asshole?
Who the fuck does she think she is?
She's living with me. The only reason she's alive right now is because of me. She should be grateful I haven't shot her in the head already.
Fucking bitch.
"Yo! Noah!" I look over-seeing Nolan run over to me. "What?" I asked-putting my hands in my pockets. "I need to talk to you about melody." He says.
"What about her?" I asked-looking at him confused.
"Earlier I caught her washing her dishes. She's trying to suck up to mom and dad, it's pathetic." He says. "Washing her dishes?" I asked.
"Yeh and when I told her 'this family doesn't like suck ups' she had the audacity to say 'I'm not sucking up, I always wash my dishes. It's a habit..sorry?' God that's the lamest excuse I've ever heard." He laughed.
Habit huh..
Her father did tell me she was the money maker so I'm guessing they made her do shit? And I'm sure he said she was a stripper.
"Whatever, just let it be." I say-dragging my hand through my hair.
I hear the door behind us open-I turn my head, seeing melody run upstairs into her room-slamming her door. "I swear that girl needs to be put her fucking place." I say.
"She's your prize, your responsibility. Good luck." Nolan laughed as he ran back into the living room.
I sighed-walking upstairs and going to her door, opening it. She was laying on her bed-her phone in her hand. "Don't be slamming the doors." I say.
She looked at me-a snarky look on her face that I wanted to smack the fuck off.
"Fuck you and your doors." She said.
That's fucking it.
I walked to her-grabbing her forearm, dragging her out of her bed. "Let go of me." She said. "Shut the fuck up." I say-walking out of her room and walking downstairs.
I walk to the basement door-opening it and walking downstairs.
I let go of her arm-"I already fucking told you to watch your goddamn attitude. You live down here now until you can fix that mouth of yours." I say.
