Pic of Justin aka Grant Gustin
MERRY CHRISTMAS OR WHATEVER YOU PREFER!!!
Chapter Five
Sitting with the dark brown haired woman before me, I felt sickened. She was acting happy with my presence, never had she been happy with me. Disappointment, anger, and resentment sure, but never happy or excited. This is not going to be good for my skin. I'm positive wrinkles are already forming on my forehead.
"Ed don't you think she'll be famous?" My mother grinned at her sorry excuse of a husband.
"She isn't the type to last dear. We'll have to take advantage of this." He tapped his nasty finger on his chin.
Rage filled me, "How dare the both of you! Especially you!" I pointed at my mother, "You will not fucking take credit for my success when I start building my career!" I screamed at them.
I think I popped a vein in my forehead with furrowing my eyebrows to much.
"Don't be such a damn brat." Ed rolled his beady eyes, "If it wasn't for your mother you wouldn't fucking be here."
How can this bastard talk to me in such a degrading way? Of course I can, he always has. He has no respect for me nor my mother.
My rage increased, "I wouldn't fucking be here?" I laughed darkly, my eyes turning into slits. "As much as I disapprove of her choices and blame her for many reasons she is still the woman who gave birth to me." I hissed, "She will never be my mother! A mother doesn't abandon her child."
With that floating in the air, I stormed out of their shitty house.
"I can't believe her!" I mumbled to myself. "And him! How dare he! I should go back in there and slap the liquor out of his system!"
I quickly flung my body into my car before I decided to go beat the hell out of him. Speeding away from that ragged place, hoping no cops would pull me over.
My phone rang, and I knew it was her calling. I didn't bother with looking at it for confirmation. Not wanting to talk to her at all at the moment. I raced to Justin's small house, knowing he would be there. Well expecting him to be there and not be out bar hopping.
I banged on the door, pacing on the porch until he came to open up his home.
Mumbling to myself, "That little bitch will never have the right to call me her daughter."
"Lyrical!" He said in a thank goodness tone.
"Justin that woman had the nerve to have someone follow us!" I growled.
I should have guessed though, she was always trying to keep tabs on me somehow.
"What?" He blinked confused, clearly just waking up from his power nap he loves to take.
"After I declined dinner with her and that bastard, she called one of her friends to have me followed." I hissed.
"Come in here and let's talk." Justin widened the door and stepped aside.
"Put a shirt on, will you?" I said noticing his bare chest, rolling my eyes as I walked inside.
"Can you please stop trying to mother me and just tell me why you're here. Not that I don't enjoy your company." He yawned, closing the door. "But I was napping."
"She followed us to the coffee shop! She fucking followed us! Justin! That bastard and bitch is trying to figure out away to make money off of me! To take any money they can get out of me!" I screamed.
"Okay calm down." Justin groaned, "I can not handle this damn yelling."
I sighed, "Sorry."
"I'm sure you need another female to talk to you so give pussy Kat a ring." He groaned.
"Justin you know she hates getting called that." I frowned, disapproval leaking in my voice.
"An that is why I love calling her that." He grinned evilly.
"I'm going to call her and you Justin are going to be nice. I need both my best friends right now and I refuse to have you both fussing at each other." I ordered.
"Yeah yeah." He waved me off.
I walked into a different area of his house to make my phone call in piece an quiet.
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