JJ’s POV
I already missed June, wanting her by my side all the time. It seemed Tiff wasn’t lying when she said with the right girl I would understand. Here I was, just as whipped as Rodney, wanting nothing more than to make June happy. As I entered my decrepit corner of the world, I let out a heavy sigh, seeing the new mess Daddy Dearest left for me to clean up, but f***k him if he thought I would. I was not his maid. It was hard to even call myself his son.
Broken glass scattered across the floor, a constant reminder of the chaos that seemed to follow my old man wherever he went. It was enough to make anyone feel like cr.ap, but for me, it had become a sad routine. I'd grown used to this sh.it, you know? My dad, the alcoholic mess, was hardly ever around, but when he was, he left this
