Why mad?

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.

"Get out," I barked.