Jesse's POV
I walked home and braced myself as I opened the door. My dad was downstaires with his drunk friends.
"JESSE! THANK GOD YOUR HOME! WE NEED YOU TO DO THE LAUNDRY!" He shouted. He always shouted when he was drunk
"Yes, sir." I mumbled. I walked in the doorway and hit my head..
"SHIT!" I screamed.
Everybody starred at me.
I went down to the laundry room.
I felt my head.
No blood.
I threw my dad's clothes into the washing machine.
My phone vibrated on the dryer.
A text from Eithen.
Hey, Jess. You busy tonight?
I texted back.
You know I am... :P
I heard my dad coming and I got back to work doing the laundry.
"Jesse... What's THIS?!" He held up an empty McDonalds bag.
"OH! I needed food to survive, DAD!!!" I screamed. I always screamed at him.
"JESSE TRISTAN YOU ARE GROUNDED!"
"YOU SAID THAT LAST NIGHT, DAD! YOU KNOW WHAT!? I DON'T GIVE TO FLYING ***** IF YOU GOUND ME. GO AHEAD! I WON'T LEAVE MY ROOM!" I shouted and ran upstaires to my room.
I slammed the door. And Eithen texted back.
Wanna move in with me?
A/N
I'm soooo pissed >:o
I don't know why, though... So yeah
Baii guiis!
