Cruise
"How'd you get in here?"
My dad is waiting on me, probably ready to rip me a new one, just like Ruby did. I'm so not in the mood for it tonight.
"You don't need to know how I got in here." He gets up from where he's sitting on my couch. "Instead, what we need to do is talk about how we're going to get you to where you need to be."
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? This is me."
"This isn't you, we both know that. I didn't raise you to be a fuck face. You haven't been answering my calls, your mom's, Kelsea's, or come to find out Ruby's, so let's talk about this Caleb. What the fuck is going on?"
"Nothing." I grind my teeth together, not wanting to do this with him.
"We've done this once before son, and we won't do it again. Do you remember when your friend died? Remember when you pushed everyone away? How'd that work out for you?"
"How does having a murderer for a son work out for you?" I fire back at him. "Because I'm on administrative leave for committing
