Levy
SHIT! The look on his face tells me that Dylan has heard everything. f**k it, why did I have my phone on loud speaker? With the volume right up too, what a f*****g i***t. Have I not learned anything being a parent? Of course he would hear, it isn’t exactly like you can’t hear a conversation when you pass the door which he would do to get to his own room.
His eyes are dark with anger and fury as my heart beats rapidly and seems to be caught in my throat. I haven’t felt like I’ve been caught doing anything wrong or with my pants round my ankles since I was about seven or eight years old when my mother caught me trying to throw our hen’s eggs at a boy across the street for bullying me about my hair being to my chin. What? He kept calling me a girl, he deserved it. And now here I stand
