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Jason Davenport

I didn't reply when I heard the knock on my bedroom door. I didn't feel like seeing anyone. And from the heavy sound, I knew it was dad knocking.

After knocking twice without a response, he walked in. Surprisingly, he didn't get mad when he saw that I was awake and on my phone. Instead he only took a seat next to me.

I sat up and put my phone down. "If you're here to talk about the thing with Ashley, I really don't feel like it."

Dad's forehead creased. "What thing with Ashley?"

I searched his face for any sign that he was denying it. But he really was baffled.

She didn't tell him?

Usually she'd jump at any chance to report me to my dad.

"Anyway, I'm not here to talk about Ashley."

I folded my arms.

"Lately, we've been disagreeing a lot. Fighting over things we shouldn't be. And it's putting a strain on our relationship. We're supposed to be there for each other, especially since mom isn't here anymore."