CHAPTER 11

  Dane doesn’t flinch or react.

  “Stop being a jerk. Say something, anything….. even if it’s some shitty remark about chasing after my father and acting like that. I hate this.” I spit at him angrily, disrupting my bowl and spilling my glass of water on the side of my plate, but I don’t care. My dad and Dane combined have made me feel like shit these past two days like I'm invisible and worthless, and I want to scream at his stupid head. All the bubbling internal frustration and angst needs an outlet, and with him acting this way, I am aiming it at him.