Jamey
“What do you want?” I said face to face with my father.
“Why’d you take so long to open the door?” He said, pushing the door open.
Standing between the narrow space of the door and him, I stare at him blankly. My father had always been unable to read me, so today would be no different.
“I was busy” I said, my voice husky.
“With what or rather, with who?” He said trying to side step me.
“Like I said, I’m busy so what tell me what you want and leave.” I replied bluntly, still stopping him from entering.
“What the f**k has gotten into you Jamey? Do you have any idea what you did today? huh?” He said stepping even closer to my face but I gave no reply.
“Well let me inform you since you’ve gone f*****g mute. You got Goodman pissed, then you let Omar quit and now you’re home d
