Beauty In The Boy's Dorm
Light Writermy mate's father wants meyou have forgotten the face of your fathera letter to my fathertrouble with father
My eyes narrowed.
This was new and unlike Christian.
He seemed quite level-headed and mature today, and the way he spoke, there was a deep underlying sadness buried in his tone.
“What are you talking about?” I queried.
Not that I was interested in his ramblings, but I wanted to be certain this was not related to that Bobby bastard.
“I tried to help Lana somehow.” He confessed. “Her family was in a huge debt, and I paid for it, but now, Father is suspicious.”
Christian sucked in a deep breath, his fingers brushing into his hair. “It’s all messed up, and I can’t go into the details—Father refused to believe I could be gay, I think he might be trying to piece things together.”