Jackass:How are you? See, I’m not such a jackass.
ME: Fine. You’re not always one, just 75% of the time. You weren’t always that way, though. I remember you being sweet once.
Jackass: What? I’m always nice. I just keep it real.
ME: Sure. *eye roll emoji*
ME: I’m okay. Well, I’m not, but I’m trying to be.
ME: What happened after we left?
Jackass:When my dad woke up, he was furious and attacked your father. It took three men to pull them apart. Whatever deal they were brokering is down the drain, and I doubt our clubs will ever be friendly again. It’s a shame, but since you’re a ghost, I guess there wouldn’t be anything for me there anyway.
Why was he saying these things?
ME: I can’t really take you right now.
Jackass: I’m sorry, by the way. I hate what my father did to you. I hate to ask, but did you handle things?
ME: Yeah.
Jackass:That’s one thing less to have to worry about. I couldn’t imagine another miniature him in this world. Oh, gross. Nope. Not going there.
ME: You’re weird.
Jackass: Better than being a jackass, I suppose.
ME: So, was my dad okay?
Jackass:He was pretty banged up, but nothing that won’t heal. Things weren’t good, though, when we left. I think several of his men are mad he was going to bargain with you.
Jackass: I didn’t know he was going to do that, you know? I don’t need my father to get pussy.
ME: And there you go being a jackass.
Jackass: Ugh, fine. You might have a point. It’s just so hard being good. It’s much easier being an asshole who doesn’t care about others. Take you, for example, if my father ever found out, I’d be a dead man. I’d much prefer to not have that hanging over my head.
ME: Sorry, your conscience means you might have to deal with your horrible father.
Jackass:You’re right. It’s just easier to think only of myself. Then no one can hurt me.
ME: That sounds like you’ve been hurt before. I find that hard to believe.
Jackass: There are a lot of things I imagine you don’t know about me, ghost.
ME: You know I can hear you saying babe, even though you don’t type it.
Jackass: I can’t win with you.
ME: I bet that’s a first.
Jackass: I liked it better when you’d just blush and lose all your words.
ME: Well, yeah, but we can’t reverse time before your father raped me, so this is what you get.
Jackass: You’re right. I’m sorry, it was a jackass thing to say.
ME: It really was.