“What the f**k is going on here?” I snapped, loud enough to get their attention, and everyone froze.
“Who the f**k is this, Bill? We go away for a few days and come home to find this”—she wrinkled her nose in disgust—”punk on your couch. He smells like a garbage dump. What, are you f*****g strays now? You can’t be that desperate.”
“Shirley!” Trent hissed, shaking her a little. “Calm down. This is none of our business.”
“Of course, it is! We share this house, and what’s more, my dad owns it. As his representative, I have a say in who or what gets to stay here.” I saw Trent wince at her snotty tone.
I was pissed. “Since when? I pay rent, same as you. You have no right to tell me what I can or can’t do in my home. You don’t even know what the hell this is about!”
“Bill…” Thorn said.
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