Kenny
"What the fuck?!" I bellowed, staring at my mother while being unable to believe my ears right now.
What the effing fuck?
"You mean he was here? Why did you let him in?" I demanded, pushing off the couch and starting to pace around the sitting room. My mother's lips were in a thin line as she stared down at the knitting machine over her laps. Her blonde hair fell over her forehead in a cute bang, she was the one I looked like between herself and my father.
"Kenny, you know I couldn't…" she began but I shook my head as I dragged my hand over my face.
"But you could, mum. You were never supposed to entertain that asshole much less let him in here. How dare he show up after almost ten years?! Who the heck does that?" I continued. I was feeling extremely angry right now, and despite how much I tried calling myself down because I hated angry emotions the most, it didn't seem to be working in any way.
