Chapter Seven
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“What in the hell is going on?” barked my dad as we trudged into the house.
“Believe me, you don’t want to know,” replied Kristie as she removed her shoes and began rubbing her feet.
Dad looked at Bryce and turned green. “Damn, what happened to you? You look and smell like my brother’s dog after rolling in a pile of s**t. Jesus, someone take him outside and spray him down before I lose my breakfast.”
“I can spray down Bryce,” said Eva who suddenly appeared at the top of the stairs holding Chi Chi. The flirtatious smile on her face was nauseating.
I clenched my fists tightly. If anyone needed to be sprayed down with cold water, it was Eva. I was about to offer those words of advice when Kristie grabbed my arm and whispered, “Just let it go.”
“Damn, girl, you’re
