Jason Davenport

My eyes narrowed as I saw Amelia emerge from the stairs leading to the back of the school.

What the fuck?

She looked. . . happy.

I hadn't seen her all day and I was starting to think that she was avoiding me because she was scared-which was good, of course.

But here she was.

The bitch was smiling like she just won the fucking lottery.

Seeing her look so calm and relaxed pierced at something in my chest, rage beginning to bubble through me.

What right did this bitch have to happy?

It's her fault that mom isn't with me today. So what right did she have...