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I wake up pissed at myself. After she left, I got drunk and called her phone.Heanswered. I know it was him, and I hung up. Fuck him for taking advantage of her at a weak time in her life.
WhoeverJust Jaredis, I’d like him to stick his all too informative website where the sun don’t shine, ’cause I am sick of the comments about Burning Souls’ front man’s love interest.
Over the past two weeks, I’ve kept busy with the kids. We spent a week at a rented house in Jersey on the beach. My sisters came to visit a lot, and it kind of drove me crazy when they looked at me like they felt sorry for me.
Logan, Ava, and I went camping up at Old Forge, New York, the same place Tessa and I went the summer before college.
I was pleased Logan didn’t ask me if his girlfriend could come. I knew he wasn’t that into her, and I was grateful for that. If I had done anything right in my life, it was being the best father I knew how to be.
Now we have only two days before we move Logan to college. I had one hell of a time when Ava left for college and thought it was because she was a girl, but it’s just as hard with Logan. He’s my bud, and I am going to have to do something, like get a new dog, since Ash took hers, which is fine. It only liked her, anyway. Legit pissed on the kids’ beds whenever she went in there, so we had to start closing their doors all the damn time. Maybe I’ll take up golf—anything to keep myself busy.
“What the fuck!” I hear Logan yell, and I walk into my office where he sits in front of the computer.
“Mouth, Logan,” I half-scold, half-laugh.
“Sorry.”
I walk around to see what’s made him so upset.
“What’s this?” I pull up a chair and sit down next to him.
Logan points to the screen. “Who the hell would allow their fifteen-year-old daughter to be at a party after a rock concert with a bunch of …. rock stars!”
I look at him and laugh. “Maybe rock stars?”
“Not funny, Dad. Look at how he’s looking at her. See?” He points to a guy London is smiling at, who does appear to be staring at her chest.
“Emma and Brody—”
“Are her fucking parents and should be protecting her from that shit. She’s fifteen, Dad!”
Ava runs into the room. “What the hell is going on?”
I simply state, “Logan has a crush on London …”
“I do not!”
Ava and I laugh. “I think so, too, Daddy. He loves to talk to her like she’s a child to piss her off.”
“She is a child, Ava,” Logan snaps at her.
“With boobs,” Ava snorts, and I laugh.
“You two are sick!” Logan gets up and storms out of the room.
Ava sits in his chair, and we laugh as she scrolls.
“Let’s see if we can find Harper on here. I bet she’s gotten big.”
She flips through some pictures then stops on one of Zach Taylor holding Tessa’s face, kissing her forehead as she holds his wrists and smiles.
Her smile is one I notice. It’s joy, pure joy, and happiness.
“Aw… She looks happy.”
I slam my fist down on the table, and Ava jumps.