LIAM
He is fucking me up.
The fucker set me up. There was no money, there was no reason for me to be caught up with the police but he doesn't seem to think so.
I walk through the dingy motel and go straight to the table he is seated on, two girls on his side. When he sees me approaching, he waves for the girls to go but I don't even sit down. I pull him up by his shirt before slamming him on the table, bottles crushing underneath him.
"You set me up," my teeth clench as I growl at him, eyes flickering. It was fun being chased, but then I realized one thing in the middle of the craziness.
The person I am fighting for, protecting in all of this might be caught up in the crossfire and why? Because my father doesn't seem to think I am doing well. He is now trying to get rid of me in the most public way that will incinerate me and my family.
"Do you think I don't notice the little phone calls you make?" he laughs and I push him further down.
