𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐇 was certain her father did these things to annoy her. She was certain it was one of his few joys in life, wearing her down and breaking her. But she wasn’t going to give in, not this time. He could call and call and call, but she wasn’t going to answer. and she sure as hell wasn’t going to see him. She gave a groan, lifting up her phone and checking the id. and, yup, that bastard again. If she was stronger, she’d block him, but for some reason, a part of her just couldn’t allow that to happen.
That final step of blocking him was, for some reason, beyond 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐇... downed the last of the cocktails before her, then raised her hand to signal the bartender. "this calls for shots." she glanced at the person closest to her, ready for disappointment and rejection. But you’d never get what you didn’t ask for or try for. I need some company in my misery tonight. shots, or whatever the hell your fancy is, on me. If you can just knock this phone out of my hand any time i try and look at it. " sure, she sounded crazy, but crazy needed company tonight. “ooo look he’s texting me again now, now let’s see what he says.” @trinityedu
sperm donor: you are a disappointment to even carry my last name.
sperm donor: videos of you shaking your ass all over the net you should be proud.
sperm donor: I told you about this young man didn’t I?
sperm donor: your sister would never disappoint me like you are doing.
sperm donor: least your mother would be proud.
sperm donor: you’re nothing better than your mother.
sperm donor: You’re nothing like sanna she’s always been greater than you