I made a hundred bucks in one night at one party just for showing up and making sure the people at the party knew who to buy from. Nick increased his customer base, I got paid—and Phil was missing.
Checked every room in the house before heading out to the front porch only to find myself looking at a familiar face. Out of place, he stood out as he leaned back against his black SUV, taking a hit from his cigarette. Mom hates when he smokes but I know he still does when he get stressed out and, right now, his eyes glued to me, I could tell that at the very least he wasn’t happy.
s**t.
Heading down the front steps, I walked over to him, watching him toss his cigarette to the pavement, scuffing it with his heel. “Get in,” dad said, letting out a big puff of smoke as he turned
