Jason Davenport
My eyes narrowed as I saw Amelia emerge from the stairs leading to the back of the school.
What the f**k?
She looked. . . happy.
I hadn't seen her all day and I was starting to think that she was avoiding me because she was scared-which was good, of course.
But here she was.
The b***h was smiling like she just won the f*****g lottery.
Seeing her look so calm and relaxed pierced at something in my chest, rage beginning to bubble through me.
What right did this b***h have to happy?
It's her fault that mom isn't with me today. So what right did she have to look so happy.
She was destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of her f*****g pathetic life. And I was going to make sure of that.
Jason Davenport
My hands formed a fist in pocket as I leaned again
