Benji
The scent of her cheap bubblegum and the hint of her leather jacket and boots fills her room. It makes me miss her so f*****g much. My chest constricts with heartache and rage. I grab the dresser, my fingers digging into the wood. Hollering with fury, I knock her dresser to the floor. Drawers splinter and clothes fling across the room as it breaks. I hate that I love her, I wish for anything in the world I could f*****g have a b***h suck my c**k, and not close my eyes only to see Harley.
Turning around, I press my hands against the wall and hang my head, my breathing labored.
“Where the f**k are you, Harley?" I whisper in anguish.
If her father won't find her… I will. I'm done waiting around.
“You know, I've watched you sniff around my daughter since I brought her to this clu
