Chapter warning: Contains implications of disturbing, abusive material.
Dillan
That no good rotten Cromp!
I was a ball of fury and rage!
And dare I say jealousy.
Nate wanted to believe I had used him to get to women? He wanted to believe what I’d said on his deathbed was true?
How could he not see it!?
How could he be so blind!?
Ugh!
I slammed my car door closed and stomped up the porch steps to my little, run down, god forsaken mobile home that held more ruin and negativity than a leaking roof and rotting frame. It had been the same house I’d grown up in and the same one my father left to me. It was the only thing he had ever done for me, and even so, it wasn’t much.
Hell! He probably gave it to me in his sick and twisted way, knowing I couldn’t afford to move out of that piece
