With a busted lip, I stormed up the stairs to my house to wash my face off in the kitchen sink. I didn’t want to deal with Dad right now, but I needed to get this blood off me. Tonight had been f*****g annoying as hell.
I’d left Imani with João, and he’d f****d her.
The one f*****g guy who had wanted nothing to do with her a couple days ago brought her back to his house to put his d**k inside of her. The mere thought made me angry. At least, I hadn’t wanted him to f*****g lie about it. If he was going to do it, he should’ve f*****g told me. Maybe then I wouldn’t have wanted to rip his head off.
Stepping into the house, I inhaled the thick scent of spilled beer and kicked the hundred and one empty beer bottles in the kitchen. I had stopped picking up after Dad once I figured out that he
