My Daddy?~Jastin

My Daddy?

(das Jason)
(comment which ones better: the first time I made this story, or the second?)
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Justin

I finish texting the long ass paragraph to my, now, ex-girlfriend. The paragraph didn't have much in it, but me cursing the bitch out.

Some say I'm rude and don't deserve the attention I get, 'cause most girls swoon and coo over anything I do.

I'm only a prick 'cause I feel I don't get enough attention. My parents are druggies. They probably would do anything to get rid of me. Well till I'm eighteen, which is in about three days, I'm here to stay.

Son of a bitches.

They'd probably even sell me, just 'cause they're that cruel.

I put my phone on my charger that is plugged into the outlet and throw it on to the carpeted floor. I don't have a bedside table because my parents sold mine. They use all their money for drugs, like coke and weed. We live in an apartment, on the very bottom floor. Not under ground, but as soon as you walk into our apartment building, you see our door.

I stand up on my bed to go and turn the cheap, yellow lights out. My bed is just a mattress with two pillows and a couple of blankets on the floor, and walk to my light switch, flipping, the two out of the three lights that work, off.

I walk back to my bed, falling on it, hoping it wouldn't hurt that much, 'cause to me, my bed feels like a box spring. And with my luck, it hurt like hell.

I decided to just deal with the pain, letting my tiredness take over and drifting to sleep.

Jason

I opened my eyes just to have them close again from instinct. As soon as I open them again, I rush to close the curtains of my bedroom window.

I'm excited for today. I'm getting my new baby today. I've had 3 babies before, but they've grown, and left. Only because they got too old. Two of them were my age and one were a year younger, which lead them to want a real relationship.

Im Jason McCann, a 24 year old, successful author. I write romance books and direct shows. All my romance books have to do with ddlb or bdsm. So far, I have 5 books, and 8 movies. I wrote all the books when was 16 and published them when I turned 18. Right now they are the top most read books by adults. The books are really for adults from so much sexual content, but that doesn't mean teens haven't gotten their fingers on them.

Sure, I write books, but it doesn't necessarily mean I'm boring.

I walk through my bedroom to my closet and look through wondering what I should wear. I decide to wear a suit, but not knowing which. I have many suits, I just don't know which one my baby will fancy more. Deciding with an gray Armani suit, I take the suits hangers, one for the blazer and one for the pants. I search through my button ups and take one that was folded up. The description of it was white with gray stripes. I take it into my hands, heading back inside my room, going to my dresser and pulling out a pair of socks and Calvin Klein boxers.

I walk to my attached bathroom after laying my clothes on my king sized bed. I hopped into the shower after stripping down out of my white v-neck and gray sweatpants, and of course, my boxers. I washed myself 3 times with my Dove Sensitive liquid soap before rinsing the suds off and moving to my hair, massaging my soapy scalp.