That shit. The goddamn piece of shit.

I was standing in the living room staring at my mom's boyfriend James. He had a hideous rat face with shiny sunken light blue eyes and a military haircut. But it definitely had nothing to do with his job, because he was out of work most of the time and just supported his mother. He probably just made himself look like more of a badass with that haircut because he needed to somehow compensate that his life was worth shit.

The two of them hadn't even been together for half a year, and the jerk made himself at home here, even when mom...