It riled her up, and that was what he wanted.
“Is that the only thing you heard?” Webber rolled his eyes. “I’ll be here tomorrow if she doesn’t show up at my house for my scheduled time.”
“She’s grounded,” Elizabeth said.
Holy fuck. Webber was Eedie’s dad.
How had I not known that?
Probably because you avoid the house like the plague because your dad’s new wife is a total cunt.
“Grounded at your house doesn’t equate to grounded at mine,” Webber said. “She’s mine for the next week. As per court orders. Maybe you can spend that time reevaluating your life and contemplating whether this asshole of a man is worth having me all up in your shit again.”
I didn’t get offended when he called my dad an asshole.
My dad was an asshole.
He had been for my entire life.
What I was offended by was what my dad said to his back when Webber took off down the road on foot.
Dad and Elizabeth started talking, and I waited until Webber was pretty far down the street before I said, “Dad, come get your stuff from the car.”
Somehow, I felt like if Webber heard me call my dad “dad,” he’d get offended. And I wanted Webber to like me.
“Bring ’em up here,” Dad demanded.
Lazy bitch.
I started my car back up and said, “Last chance.”
I wasn’t getting out of the car and getting anywhere near Elizabeth. She was just that bad.
When Dad didn’t budge, I backed out of the driveway and went in the same direction Webber had set off on foot.
When I got to him, I stuck my head out the window and said, “Do you want a ride?”
Webber’s angry eyes flicked to me and narrowed. “Who is that man to you?”
I winced. “My dad.”
He snorted. “No, I’d rather walk than get into someone’s car that is even semi-related to that man.”
With that, he turned his head and dismissed me.
And that was when I realized that my heart was set to be broken.
Because there was no way that Webber’s anger toward my dad would ever subside.
And I was proven right.
For the next year that I knew him, he avoided me like the plague.
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My kid used to have a bedtime. Now she just tucks me in and continues to do whatever the hell she wants.
—Webber’s secret thoughts
