Hollywood dreams, hidden scars, and a love worth the risk. ✨
Andrew moves to LA for a fresh start, but to pay the bills, he takes a role in a TV show where he meets Vincent Vickers, a charming comedian who might not be as carefree as he seems. A slo...
I stormed back inside, slamming the heavy front door behind me so hard it rattled in its frame.
Malia had taken the Porsche. She took the Porsche to pick up Devon, after I clearly told her I had to go to work today as soon as my online meeting ended. The meeting had run late, sure, but she'd taken the car anyway.
Unbelievable.
I scratched my head in frustration, trying to shove my shoes on in a rush. I nearly toppled over in the process, fumbling with my phone to text her at the same time.
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"Dad, can I go to the movies with David tonight? He can come pick me up," Tina yelled from the living room.
"No, I won't be home till late," I shouted back, booking an Uber on my phone while frantically searching for my wallet.
It wasn't where I'd left it. Didn't I leave it on the kitchen counter?
"I'm still going to go! I'll be home by the time you get back. Don't worry, we just wanna see that new horror movie that came out Friday," Tina called out. The TV volume went up. "Lizzie says David is scared shitless of horror movies, and that he's gonna break up with me over this, but that's not even true because last summer Megan said she took him to see IT and he laughed the whole time. So I bet Lizzie twenty bucks he stays through the whole movie date without freaking out--"
Oh my God, I didn't care. I loved my daughters to death, but raising teenage girls was testing my patience in ways I'd never experienced before.
"Sounds great, sweetheart," I muttered, still tearing through the house for my wallet.
"How does that sound great, Dad? Are you even listening?!"
"I got the gist of it, Tina! I'm sorry, I don't have time to sit and listen right now. I'm late. Where's my wallet?!"
My phone buzzed again. Gary, texting for the millionth time to remind me I was really goddamn late for taping on Relay. Like I didn't already know.
Back the fuck off, I texted him.
He replied with a crying emoji and some weird GIF I didn't have time to watch. I knew I was late, and he wasn't helping. Everyone was waiting on me, and my wallet was still missing.
"Dad, can I borrow a hundred bucks for tonight?" Tina asked, holding my wallet.
She was holding my wallet.
I stormed over, snatching it out of her hands and tossing a twenty-dollar bill back at her. Tina, my youngest, just turned sixteen and completely spoiled, but what the hell did she need a hundred bucks for a movie?!
"Ugh, Dad, what the fuck am I supposed to get with this?" she whined.
"Watch your language. And if you're gonna complain about a handout, give me the twenty back. That's for when you lose your bet to Lizzie."
