If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself, so it seems. So far, both my father and Jaylee’s father had proven to be useless. I was going to have to do it myself. My father had said that she had run back home after shooting that damn mutt of hers, but she hadn’t. I had waited outside her place for days waiting for her to turn up, and she hadn’t. Only to find out she had been staying with him. I had even left photos of him with another girl to show her he didn’t really care for her. Any other girl would have taken the hint and left, but no, not her, the f*****g slut. Instead, what did she do? She threw herself at him the first chance she got. And on top of that, my father hadn’t even killed the f*****g mutt. He said he shot it three times, and the thing survived. Nonetheless
