Page 30 of Reaper's Claim

“This is bullshit,” I roared in Dad’s face. My temper was out of control. I couldn’t reel it in if I wanted to. “This is going to RUIN my life! Can you think of me for once? Just because she hates it here doesn’t mean I fucking do!” I threw an arm in Kim’s direction.

Dad’s face was tight. He let out a long, deep breath. “I told you, Abby, this is decided. I’ve already spoken to Mandy. You and Kim are going. End of story.”

“I think it will be good,” Kim piped up.

“Sorry, but when did we ask for the pregnant cow’s opinion?” I glared at her then looked back at Dad. “You are ruining my life. I’ve put all my effort into this high school, and now you are moving me in my final year! Before exams!”

I was angry that he was ripping me away from the only home I knew, but I was furious that he was putting my future in trouble.

“You can take the exams at your new school.” He stood up, towering over me. “I’ve already enrolled you and Kim. You both start next week.”

I was gobsmacked.

Kim’s stone-cold eyes locked with mine. “I think this is a good thing.”

I snickered a frustrated simper at her. “You thought it was a good idea to fuck a guy with no protection, too.”

“ENOUGH!” Dad roared. “It’s fucking settled. You might as well start packing!”

He was sending me away from my only friends, from my school, from my teachers. I felt like he was taking a part of my life away. I felt robbed, cheated, and mostly hurt. I had always done the right thing. I studied hard, kept myself out of trouble, and this is how I was rewarded?

Tears welled up in my eyes. “If you make me go, Dad, I promise you, you will ruin our relationship.” My blurry eyes locked with his stern ones; there was no emotion in his eyes while mine were full of sorrow.

“Then I guess it is ruined. Pack your shit.” He turned around and left the room. When he walked out, he also destroyed any respect I had for him and just like that, I lost my dad.

Mandy, or should I say, Aunty Amanda, was a true-blue slut. I hated her. And no, I didn’t just hate her because I was being sent to live with her. I hated her because Mom hated her. Why Mom didn’t like her, I don’t know, but I think Mom was a good judge of character.

I wasn’t calling her a slut to be mean, either; she was a slut or as she says, an expensive escort. No matter what she called it, she still spread her legs to make a living.

I hated Dad at that moment, too, for ruining my life. I hated him for sending me away, and I hated him for not even making the five-hour drive here. He sent us with the Western Charter.

The van Kim and I were in slowed down. The gang of bikes in front of us also slowed. I felt like I had swallowed a whole lot of anger, and it seemed to just be spreading through my body.

Aunty Slut Face was out the front of her small brick house. She was dressed in pink and waving like an overexcited Playboy Bunny. Her hair was even bleached blonde.

Kim was quick to slide the door open and jump out. I, on the other hand, wasn’t in a fucking hurry. What had made my mood worse was the fact that Kade hadn’t even spoken one word to me.

He also had some tramp on the back of his bike with him. Kade, being the gentleman he is, let her ride on his bike.

Sluts don’t have rights on the back of a President’s bike, but hell, maybe I was old-fashioned. I slammed the van door behind me.

The prospect that had driven the van gave me a dirty look.

“ABBY!” Aunty Amanda exclaimed and let go of Kim.

Kade was off his bike and had made his way over to the happy pair. I glanced at Aunty Amanda, her arms wide open. “Touch me, and I’ll break your arms.” I walked past her and headed towards the house. I caught a glance of her stunned expression.

I might have always played nicely with her before, but now I had nothing to lose, and I didn’t have a father to be ‘disappointed’ if I did treat her like the piece of trash she was.

***

As I unpacked one of my boxes, Kade came in carrying the last one. My room was directly across from Kim’s new room. Fuck my luck.

“We’re heading off now.” Kade put the box down near my bed.

The room wasn’t that big and was filled with boxes. I didn’t look up and just kept pulling random shit out of the box. “Ok. Bye.”

I heard the door close, and I looked up. Kade stared at me.

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