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Jason Davenport
I woke up angry. Reaching for my phone to see what time I was, I remembered I didn't have one anymore.Just great.Dad had finally found a way to take my life away from me. Maybe now he'd have the chance to enjoy life with his fucking underage mistress.I'm sure Ashley would love that.A knock interrupted my thoughts, irritating me further."Who the fuck is that?" I barked.One of the many servants who worked for us walked briskly inside, leaving the door half closed."Mr Davenport demands that you come down for dinner." He said curtly."Tell him to go fuck himself," I snarled.He made no sign to show he heard me. Instead he only said, "Mr Davenport insists."I've never wanted so desperately to smash someone's head against the wall-well, except Amelia-as I did at that moment.I contemplated on punching him, maybe take out some teeth, as I clenched my fists. But I knew there would be consequences.Related chapters
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Jason DavenportI lay on my bed feeling full, and grateful that I had my phone back.That bitch Ashley had been useful for once. That doesn't mean we were buddies now. I scoffed. If this was her way of trying to get me to warm up to her, then she was in for a hell of a surprise. Dad was obviously whipped. He was so wrong if he thought any of these sleazy women he kept tying the knot with were ever, ever going to be good enough to replace Mom. And now he obviously believed Ashley was doing well as a sweet, considerate mother.Bullshit.He had decided that he was going to be blind to the whore's tactics. Hissing, I swiped my hand over my hair. It would eventually bite him in the ass, I decided. Whipping out my phone from my jeans pocket, I tapped on the Instagram app and went straight to my dms. Messages from a bunch of people asking if I was down to hang out.I hissed. Well, I can't now can I?Thanks Dad.
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Amelia ForbesI couldn't help but feel really jumpy at school today. I ducked at the sight of every six feet male figure, feeling incredibly foolish when I realized it wasn't Jason.Okay. It wasn't my fault. He had literally threatened me last night so. . .I checked my timetable. We only had once class together today.Not that it would prevent the threats from happening. But it'd be nice to not have to see him till later. A tall, sandy haired figure came into view and I let out a small yelp and attempted to hide my head in my locker. After a few uneventful moments, I carefully inched my head out just in time to see the sandy haired guy-who was definitely shorter than Jason and had a pair of glasses on-give me a strange wondering look as he walked past.I restrained from slapping my forehead as that would only make me look worse, and confirm the fact that I had gone nuts. Instead, I grabbed my books and fled to find an empty space to hide.
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Jason DavenportMy eyes narrowed as I saw Amelia emerge from the stairs leading to the back of the school. What the fuck?She looked. . . happy. I hadn't seen her all day and I was starting to think that she was avoiding me because she was scared-which was good, of course.But here she was. The bitch was smiling like she just won the fucking lottery. Seeing her look so calm and relaxed pierced at something in my chest, rage beginning to bubble through me.What right did this bitch have to happy? It's her fault that mom isn't with me today. So what right did she have to look so happy. She was destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of her fucking pathetic life. And I was going to make sure of that.Jason DavenportMy hands formed a fist in pocket as I leaned against a desk in the library. I checked my watch. I'd been here for 15 minutes? This bitch was making me wait for her. Again. Didn't she lear
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Jason DavenportAssorted bottles of alcohol lined up in the center of Adrian's huge living room as the gang sat in an uneven circle, exchanging the latest juicy gossip and snickering heartily. We had all agreed to hang out at Adrian's today as I'd told them I wouldn't be available to do so for a while as I was helping my dad on an important project he was working on.No way was I telling them I was grounded.That was embarrassing.The only person who knew was Adrian of course, although I didn't tell him why.As Greg plunged into a story of the best blowjob he'd ever received- everyone laughing and chipping in at intervals-I noticed that the only odd ones out were Kimberly and Adrian. Kimberly sat in the center of a large sofa-Malia and Aneeka on either side of her-joining in the conversation once in a while, but mostly staring daggers at me everytime our eyes met.We hadn't talked since the shit that went down at my house. I pretended not to
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Amelia ForbesMy hands shook as I struggled with the lock.Nana wasn't home yet so I had to let myself in with my key.Tears brimmed in my eyes, blurring my vision.Trying to wipe them away only made me cry even harder.Honestly speaking, I felt stupid for crying.How could I be so dumb? Why did for one second believe that today was going so well. That nothing would wreck the tiny confidence and happiness I had felt after talking with Ben.Jason was right. There really was something wrong with me.Finally managing to get the door open, I fled up the stairs and into my room. As I plopped down, the small, rickety bed groaned in disapproval. I gave a bitter laugh, "Of course, everything in my life is against me." I said aloud, covering my head with a pillow. Realizing now that I was completely exhausted, I felt my eyes begin to droop.Just a few minutes of rest, I decided. A few minutes, I reminded myself, already feeling m
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Jason DavenportI shaded my eyes with my hands as the sunlight peeked through the huge, open window right across my bed.Squinting, I tried to adjust my eyes to the bright light. The wall clock opposite my bed showed that it was 6:50am. I scowled.I had come in late last night and I hadn't even gotten enough rest. Now I have to go to school.Fuck school.After stalling for a few minutes, I stalked to the bathroom where a servant had already prepared my bath, as per usual. Still feeling sleepy, I relaxed and let the hot water soothe and relax my muscles. As a thought crossed my mind I said out loud, "I hope that midget remembers that the Chemistry homework is due today." She better not. Or she'd get it. It took me approximately forty five minutes to get ready. With one final look in the mirror, I grabbed my backpack and headed for the living room, propelled by the delicious scent of bacon and fried eggs. I frowned as
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Amelia ForbesI tried to stay quiet as Jason dragged me up the stairs. I had to jump, sometimes two steps at a time, to avoid getting injured. He obviously wouldn't slow down to let me adjust. I hadn't been here for over ten minutes and he'd already tried to choke me to death. A tear escaped my eyes and I quickly wiped it off with my free hand. He'd ordered me to stop crying, and disobeying him would just attract more punishment. Just 178 days left. You're doing great, Mel. I reminded myself, repeating my mantra in my head. Just don't try to be brave. Focus on the project and get it done. You'll be okay. Succeeding in steadying my breathing, I decided to stick to my resolution. Desperate to distract myself, my eyes scanned the mansion. I had thought it was beautiful the night of the party. But this right here was. . . magnificent. It was even more exquisite in the day, even. My eyes scanned the chandeliers, the marble
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Amelia ForbesI could feel my legs about to give way any second as I tried to balance four Harry Potter sized books on my leg. Jason had made it clear that everything I touched automatically became filthy. So he didn't want filth in his house.I wasn't even allowed to touch the armrest of the chair. Trying to take my mind off my leg, I focused on the project. So far, I'd gone considerably far in my work.The fact that I'd started beforehand really helped. At this rate I might even finish before the week runs out. I'd calculated that I'd be done in a week but at the rate I was going it'd probably be done in 4 to 5 days.I screamed in joy. In my head, of course. Lest Jason find another reason to torment me. A few minutes later, I was at the last page of the first chapter I'd been studying-which brought day one of my work to a close. I rounded up quickly and began to fill the pages of Jason's project manual. I'd do mine when
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