Caesar's Rose

Chapter 16

🌹CJ🌹

With the baseball bat in my hand and resting on my shoulder, I took flashing pictures of the shattered windshield of that fucker's car with my phone. Smirking at the awesome pictures, I sensed the guards still standing aside and staring at me.

I looked at them.

They are just standing there and staring at me.

They can't even come closer. Stretch their muscles, he said.

I scoffed as I walked towards my green Ferrari Monza that is a few steps away from his worn out-looking escalade car.

The car is a fucking old model and he still had the fucking guts to refuse me his keys.

What a fucking pathetic man.

I opened the driver's seat of my car and hopped in. I thought the fucking mechanic didn't finish up my car earlier today.

I called him and he said the car is ready. I instantly regretted asking that fucker for his car keys.

I need to be hanged for that shit.

I pressed a button and the engine started.

Something caught my eyes from the entrance of the mansion.

It was my dad in nothing but his sweatpants.

"Hey!" He yelled at me, standing there and glaring at me with pure anger.

I scoffed. He is practically fuming right now.

That's fulfilling.

Such fulfillment has never felt this good.

I smirked at him as I dragged the car gear backwards.

I hope you love your package.

Fucker.

I looked away from him and moved my car. I drove past his stupid escalade. I should have smashed the entire car.

But I have to be at my grandparents'. I have no time to have more fun with his freaking toy he call car.

Grandma Pat is the main reason I am going. I couldn't refuse her invitation so I needed a car.

All my cars are bad, thanks to my friends, Luther and Zach. They are more reckless than I am and loves to smash things.

Thank goodness this Ferrari was repairable. It feels easy driving it. The damn mechanic did a great job.

I still have to buy a new car though.

I want a Rolls Royce this time. I am getting it soon.

And my friends are never going to see it. Not to talk of touch it.

I drove in high speed the minute I drove out of the gate.

It is past nine pm. I might sleep over at my grandparents' house. I actually have a room there.

Grandma Pat is going to be very happy if I do so.

I also have some clothes there. I will just go to school tomorrow from there.

Though i value my maternal grandparents very much, I kinda love my paternal grandparents more.

Especially grandma Pat. They are the best grandparents ever. They are good people as well. Grandma Pat was there for my mother when she was ill. Grandpa Willow, her husband was also there. They cared for her.

They never play with me. Apart from my maternal grandparents, they are the best grandparents anyone can ask for.

I just wonder how could people like them give birth to a fucker as my dad.