Fuck Your Shit
I blink. The fuck? He's lying. There ain't no god damn way in hell that I'm his father. I don't see why he would lie about something like that. Jewel turns and looks at me incredulously. "Why wouldn't you tell me something like this? I thought we were friends!" Jewel says accusingly.
"Really? Fucking seriously? You know fucking what? If I knew something like this, then I'd tell you. If it was true, that is you stupid mother fucking fucktard! If you were an actual friend, you'd now that. So I guess we aren't friends. So fuck off." I say frigidly. Jewel gawks at me. I turn to walk away.
"Aleina--" Jewel starts to say.
"No. Shut your god damn fuck for one god damn minute bitch! You listen to me and listen well because I'm only going to say this once. And I'm going to try to make it easy for yo to understand so I'll speak slowly so you'll be able to process what I'm saying. I know the only reason you keep me around is to use me to get ahead in life and because whenever you ask me for money I give it to you. I'm done with your fucking bullshit. So fuck off." Jewel gapes at me.
"How did I know?" She nods. I smile cruelly. "Because it was so fucking obvious. Surprised I'm actually standing up for myself? Piss off. You actually thought I wasn't aware of what you were actually doing! That's fucking hilarious. So you know what I say? Fuck it, fuck you, fuck her, fuck him, fuck this, fuck that, fuck you all, fuck your shit, fuck off, fuck everything! Go fuck yourself." I snarl with a dangerous edge in my voice. I walk away leaving everyone in shock. I guess they're surprised I actually stood up for myself. Well too bad.
I walk away until I find the perfect spot.
Damn my daughter has quite some spunk in here. Takes after her old man. I grin. I grab my phone and call Vic and Ronnie. We had split up to look for her. I tell them to be on the lookout for her. They agree and I hang up. I glare at the girl named Jewel before running after my daughter.
"The emotions you feel
The voices in your mind that scream
You are fairly certain you will never heal
Your demise is what they scheme
Slowly, you become numb as your emotions fade
No one seems to care
You scream for aid
The do not care how you fare
You soon realizes no one cares for you
Soon, you will think thoughts of harm
Even though, your pain they knew
No one notices your alarm
The demons in your head are known as depression
They leave quite a desolate impression." I sing on of my sonnets. I hear clapping and I look down.
I'm about to beat the shit outta a drunk racist bastard.