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Good Intentions

~Deacon~

"Hey old man. Good to have you home."

Travis greets me the second I walk downstairs from my fucking bedroom, his little girlfriend Nova sleeping quietly on my fucking couch. I don't even have a chance to register what's fucking happening before he's giving me a fucking look like he's up to no good. When the fuck did they get back? And how fucking long was I asleep for? The clock on the wall, ticking loudly and annoyingly, reads well past three am. I shake my head, my plan of killing Tristan tonight going straight out the fucking window. More annoying is the fuckin little girl on my couch and my son in my face, when his fuckin ass should be asleep right now. Shit, I wasn't even supposed to pick him up till tomorrow. I brush past him and stumble into the kitchen to get a drink, trying to quench my fucking thirst and wet my dry mouth.

"What are you doing home, Trav?

I shield my eyes from the bright light of the fridge when I swing it open, snatching an ice-cold bottle of water
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