“Jonah…. You don’t have to do that, it’s just money that is wasted on me….” I didn’t want to say that it was expensive, but it was, I mean I knew he wasn’t broke, hell he had bought me furniture, but my parents had paid a lot to get me to come and stay with them, one of the reasons that I felt like I had to go even if I didn’t want to.
He just frowned again, making me feel guilty for even saying that I wanted him to come along. I really did, but I just felt like s**t that he was spending money to be with me, helping me again.
“Okay tell me what this really is about, you know I can f*****g pay for a ticket and don’t give me more s**t about that! You just don’t want me to meet your parents, or that fucker you were married to! You are still f*****g ashamed of me being nineteen and I know it
