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Chapter one
"Oh, come on, Rhonda, you can do so much better than this jerk," Jamie, her sixteen-year-old son, said once the meet and greet was over. He already knew the man's daughter since they both went to the same high school. She was one of those loud-mouth, snobby, pretentious girls who thought their shit didn't stink.
"Jamie!" Ronda, his mother, gasped. "Don't you dare speak of David in that way! He's a very kind man and has been a gentleman to me ever since we've been going out."
"Of course, he's nice to you!" Jamie uttered, rolling his eyes. "You polish his knob; why else is he nice to you?"
"Don't you speak to me like that?!" Ronda growled. "Jamie, I know the past three years haven't been easy on us..."
"And who's fault is that?" Jamie asked, staring his mother down.
"I don't have to justify my actions to you."
"Nah, you just destroyed my family because you couldn't keep your legs closed," Jamie sneered. How he wished his father had been given custody of him, yet given his age at the time, the courts sided with his slut of a mother. Now, after three years, he barely saw his father. He called Jamie every chance he could. Normally it was every day, yet Jamie sometimes knew life got in the way, so he wasn't upset if a day or two passed before he heard anything from his father. It was Jamie that had caught his mother cheating on his father, and he told his father along with sending him the pictures he had taken with his phone to him. Jamie wasn't about to let his father be cuckolded by his slut of a mother. You ask why Jamie didn't just ask his father to come pick him up and take him to live with him in London? Simple. His bitch of a mother put a restraining order out on his father that he couldn't come within five hundred feet of his own son. Having lied to the courts that his father was molesting him. Which was false; however, the damage was done, and his father had to leave just so the shit his mother had started wouldn't follow him around everywhere his father went. Sure the courts and police were apologetic for the shit they had caused, yet that didn't do a damn thing against the damage to his father's reputation. Even now, three years later, he hated his mother for what she had done. In his opinion, if she didn't want to stay married to his father, at least have the balls to divorce him without spreading those fake ass rumors. Even her old friends had cut ties with her over the shit she had caused, not that Jamie could blame them. If he could have, he would have left too, yet as it was, he was broke, had no job, and had nowhere to sleep if he tried to emancipate himself.
"Well, if you had kept your fucking mouth closed, we would still be a family," Rhonda spat, returning her son's venom.
"Yeah, like I'm just going to turn a blind eye to you fucking my father over," Jamie countered. "Why couldn't you just let Dad have custody? Then I wouldn't have to watch this sick display that went on here."
"I ask myself that very same question every day," Rhonda said, returning her son's coldness. "Now go to your room. I don't want to see you for the rest of the evening," she ordered, running the sponge along the plate as she washed the dishes. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Rhonda hissed as she rushed out of the kitchen when she heard the front door opening.
"Wherever I want to go," Jamie said, as the sound of the door slamming closed rang out throughout the house.
Chapter two
Months later...
"Jamie, I know these last few months haven't been easy on you," David said, walking into Jamie's bedroom like he owned it. Which, as you can imagine, annoyed Jamie to no end.
"Don't you ask permission to enter a room?" Jamie retorted. "Did I say you could enter? No. Did I ask if I wanted to speak to you or her? No. So why do you think you can just waltz in here like it's your bedroom? How would you like it if I just walked into yours while you were busy with something?"
"Sorry, you are right; I should have done that," David said apologetically.
"Just get to the damn point of why you thought it wise to enter my room," Jamie sighed. He was sure the man was fine and all, yet he was the man that couldn't keep his dick out of a married woman.
"I know with the wedding only a month away, I want us all to be like a family..."
"I had a family; I wasn't the one who couldn't keep that," pointing at the man's crotch, "out of a married woman's cunt. You and she are the reasons I no longer have a family," Jamie said heatedly. "Is that why your own wife left you? Makes me wonder if you're going to keep it in your pants this time since we all know you can't." Smirking inwardly at the fuming look on the man's face, knowing his mother would learn of their conversation when it was over.
"Alright, if that's how you feel," David said, turning to walk out of the room. "I'm guessing that the news of our pregnancy isn't going to draw Bursa Escort you closer to us, will it?"
"Nope." Looking down when his phone began to ring, smiling when he saw his father's caller ID on the screen. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take this." Getting up from his seat and closing the door in David's face. "Hey, Dad," he answered his phone with a smile on his lips.
It wasn't long before his hormonal mother came storming into his bedroom and ripped the phone from his hand as Jamie laid on his bed. Scowling when she noted who her son had been talking to. "He'll have to call you back, Darriel, your son and I need to have a talk."
"I don't give a shit about what you have to talk about, you cunt. Now give Jamie back his phone, that I pay for, this second." Rhonda's ire rose at the sound of her ex-husband's anger-filled words. "Why don't you go play with that dipshit you're fucking and leave me and my son alone so we can finish our conversation."
"This is important, Darriel..."
"So was our marriage, yet that didn't seem important enough for you to keep your fucking legs closed, did it whore? So I don't give a fuck what you think is important. My time with my son, a son you were hellbent on keeping from me, is far more important than what a faithless cunt like you thinks is important. Now give Jamie back his phone, so I can get the taste of speaking to you out of my damn mouth."
"Fine, then why don't you come and pick him up if he's so important to you," Rhonda sneered into her son's phone. Her anger steadily rose at seeing the light of hope in her son's eyes at the thought of living with his father.
"You know why you bitch. The moment I step onto that property, you'll have the cops on my ass so quick I'd be in a cell before I even know what's going on. Oh, how did it feel having to pay all that money for the lies you told? I'm sure that fuck nut hated every fucking cent he had to pay me for the slander you and he caused to my name and reputation. You know I wish I had never fucking met you. If I had known you were this kind of a person, I would have cut my eyes out with a dull spoon just so I wouldn't have to see your lying face. Now put my son on the fucking phone?!"
"Fine," tossing Jamie's phone onto his chest, "you are grounded for a month," Rhonda hissed.
"Oh, no, does that mean I'll miss the wedding? Woe is me," Jamie uttered, playing up his act. "Oh, well, I wasn't going to go anyway." Shrugging his shoulders, telling his mother her wedding meant very little to him. Smirking as his mother stomped out of his room as he brought his phone back up to his ear. "Sorry about that, Dad."
"Want to tell me why you're being grounded?"
"I called the fuck out on his shit; guess she didn't like that," Jamie said, smiling ear to ear as he listened to his father's chuckle. "So, she opened the door; Dad, you know how much I want to get out of here."
"I know, son, yet immigration here is long and tedious. You know I would love to have you here with me in London, no questions asked, but to get you here permanently, well... that might take years to do."
"But can't you, I don't know, at least start on it?" Jamie asked with hope in his voice.
"I have been, son. Filled out the forms the moment I got settled here. Yet the immigration lawyer I hired said I had to wait for me to have residency here for a year before they'll even think about processing the papers. His words, not mine."
"But it's been three years now?!"
"I know, and I've been on him every day since. I can't help it if the government here is slow as shit. So are you really not going to go to your own mother's wedding?"
"Not if I can help it," Jamie said truthfully.
"And what are you going to do when they go off on their honeymoon?"
"Stay with some friends, I guess."
"And when actually is this supposed to take place?"
"A few days after school gets out for the summer," Jamie admitted.
"Don't. I'll fly in, I'll take my vacation then, and we'll just hang out doing whatever for, however long they'll be gone; how does that sound?"
"Absolutely fantastic!" Jamie said, nearly bouncing on his bed. Knowing this would be the first time in three years he's seen his father in person, to him, skype calls didn't count.
"Wow, I think that's the first time in history a son sounded so eager to spend time with his old man," Darriel teased. Jamie's face heated at his good-natured teasing. It wasn't his fault Jamie would prefer to live with the parent that he believed loved him unconditionally, unlike his mother. With the way his mother acted throughout the divorce, he knew he meant very little to her. With how she used him as nothing more than a chess piece to ruin his father, she nearly succeeded. If he hadn't caught wind of her scheme and went before the judge and told him the truth that they were nothing but liars and cheats and his father never once touched him inappropriately. He wasn't about Bursa Escort Bayan to let his father be dragged through the mud because his mother was nothing but a slut. It had cost him quite a few friendships when they bought into his mother's lies. Namely, the girl, who was his best friend at the time, he was interested in. He still saw her around the neighborhood. Nevertheless, that was all there was to their interactions now. "It's getting late here, son; I best go and make my breakfast before heading into the office."
"Okay, Dad," looking over at his clock that read ten o'clock, knowing it was five in the morning in London, "sorry about Mom. I know you didn't want to start your day with the sound of her voice in your ear."
"It's fine; she'll get what's coming to her... eventually." Jamie wondered when that was going to happen since, so far, he saw no sign of her dealing with the karma of her actions.

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"Where do you think you're going?" Rhonda asked, standing in the doorway of her son's bedroom a day before her wedding, watching her son packing his bag.
"Told you where I was going three days ago," Jamie answered, not bothering to peer back at his mother.
"And I told you, no." Narrowing her eyes at the snort that got out of her son.
"I already told you I wasn't going to your so-called special wedding a month ago. Why are you so hellbent on me not seeing my father?" Jamie asked, finally turning to look at his mother.
"You know why, Jamie," Rhonda said, rolling her eyes. "How would it look if my own son wasn't at my wedding?"
"I don't know. Maybe they'll think your son doesn't approve of how you ruined his life and destroyed his family all for what?" Watching how his mother's lips got thin as she pressed them together. "So tell me, why would I ever want to watch you marrying the piece of shit that is the cause of all of this?"
"I see. Very well, go; at least I won't have to apologize to people for your behavior. I hope you don't regret it," Rhonda said, turning and walking away.
"I won't. I'll be having a blast with Dad!" Jamie stated, sticking his head out of his bedroom. "I hope destroying your son's love for you was worth it." Noting how that stopped his mother as she peered back at him from over her left shoulder. "Kind of makes me wonder if you're going to do the same thing to whatever you got growing inside of you." He couldn't say what his mother's reaction to his words were since he had retreated back into his room to finish his packing since his father would be there to pick him up in less than ten minutes. Closing and locking his bedroom door, he had put a new handle on it thanks to the money his father had sent him when he had informed him they had started to move in from the apartment David was living in with his daughter. He had no clue how he had managed that, nor did Jamie care to know. All he knew was no one was going to be stepping into his room while he was gone.
"So the dork is finally leaving," Krissy degraded as she appeared in the doorway of what equated to the guest bedroom, now her bedroom.
"And the bitch is still a bitch. Why am I not surprised," Jamie countered.
"Jamie?!" David barked from the depths of the master bedroom. "You apologize to her this instance!"
"Yeah, how about no," Jamie retorted, seeing the smirk on Krissy's lips. It wasn't hard to note that she had her father wrapped around her little finger. "When you teach your spoiled little child how to act in another person's home, then I'll apologize," he said, shouldering his bag.
"Have fun with that lout that is your father," Krissy taunted at Jamie's back as he walked down the hall towards the front door. She was a little shocked by how fast Jamie turned on his heel and got in her face.
"At least my father doesn't need to seek out a married woman and ruin a family because he couldn't keep it in his fucking pants. At least my father doesn't need to lie about some fucked up shit that cost him his livelihood because your own just can't handle the truth that he isn't the good guy here." Jamie growled, causing Krissy to slink back into her room. "Why don't you just keep that yapping mouth shut from now on, huh?" Turning his head when he heard the sound of the horn honking, telling him his father was here.
"Jamie, just get out. You're ruining what is supposed to be a wonderful event," Rhonda said, waddling past David, her hands resting on her swollen belly.
"Only you think this is a wonderful event, but hey, enjoy it while it lasts," Jamie said from over his shoulder before walking out of the house. Tossing his bag into the trunk once his father had popped it, "Hey, Dad," he uttered with a warm smile on his face as he slid into the passenger seat. Sharing a hug with his old man for the first time in three years.
"Hey, buddy, how's it going?" Darriel asked in a loving fatherly voice.
"Better now that we'll be gone for a week." Jamie's mood soured as he saw Escort Bursa his mother walking toward them. Seeing the same sourness affecting his father as it did him.
"What the fuck do you want, Rhonda?" Darriel asked once he had rolled down his window.
"There's no need for such language, Darriel," Rhonda huffed, crossing her arms.
"This coming from the bitch that cost me my job, my reputation, yeah, you can shove civility up that loose ass of yours. You might just like it. What do you want?"
"I want to know when you're planning on bringing Jamie home?" Rhonda inquired, ignoring the jab at her character.
"An hour before your due back so I don't have to look at the woman that wasted fifteen years of my life, sound good? Good, now get the fuck out of my face," Darriel spat, rolling up his window, putting the car into gear, and driving off without another word to his ex-wife. Smiling as Jamie just chuckled as he drove towards the interstate. Darriel had been planning this for a month now, and he was going to make this week as spectacular as he could for his son.
Chapter three
Two years later...
Jamie was enjoying his lunch in the cafeteria at his school. Savoring the saltiness of the chip as he crunched down on it. Replaying the words of his grandparents on his mother's side at their disappointment that he didn't attend his mother's wedding. Recounting their looks when he asked them why he would want to ever watch that shit when it was the two of them that ruined his family? Asking them why he would ever want to be there with the person that nearly destroyed his father for simply divorcing the cheating cunt that was their daughter. Telling them if they wanted to be happy for their daughter, he was fine with that but make sure it was what they wanted; it just might lose them a grandson. Since then, he hasn't spoken to his grandparents in nearly two years. Sure he has seen them around the house ever since his half-sister was born. That didn't mean he interacted with them unless he was forced to; even then, it was a shadow of what it once was between him and his grandparents.
Then there was the fact that the immigration office in London denied his request to move overseas to be with his father. He was royally pissed when his father called him to explain why his application was denied. It seemed his mother's lie was still floating around, and the English government wouldn't sign off on having a suspected child molester living with his victim. He laid into his mother the moment he got off the phone with his father, telling her once again she had screwed up his life with the lies she'd spread about all so she didn't have to deal with the repercussions of her choices. It irked him madly at the smirk on his mother's lips once she had gotten over the shock of his tirade. Her words only reinforced the growing distance between mother and child as she fed his half-sister. 'I'm sorry you can't go running off to join your ever-so-righteous father. I guess you'll just have to suck it up.' Since then, it had been very chilly between mother and son.
What of his step-sister? Well, for the past two years, her attitude towards him has grown more towards sheer hatred, namely because Jamie took every opportunity to embarrass his step-father. And so, Jamie had been removed from family events that involved David or his company. Not something he cared about; it was the fact that he no longer had to pretend to care about anyone of them.
"Well, if it isn't little Jamie," Krissy spoke in a chiding tone.
"If it isn't the whore of Babylon," Jamie countered, smirking cruelly at the fuming look on his step-sister's face when he knew she was a virgin. It was he who'd started the rumor that if boys, or girls for that matter, bought her a rose, they'd get lucky. Only an idiot would believe that, or so Jamie thought; groups of horny teenage boys and gay teenage girls took it to heart. For a week, Krissy was hounded by all three grades of kids that went to their school until she learned it was him that had started the rumor. He was grounded for two weeks once the hell he walked into when he had gotten home settled down. With Jamie, two weeks seemed small for such entertainment. So he went for broke, which saw him losing his plans for spring break of his junior year. Worth it if you ask him, did he miss heading to the beach with his friends? Not really. Did he enjoy staying home with his mother and then his one-year-old sister? Not so much, but to his mind, it was worth the cost.
"You better stop saying that?!" Krissy hissed as her fist clenched at her sides.
"Or what?" Jamie taunted.
"You're just jealous Krissy is the one that everyone likes," her equally snobbish friend chimed in that stood to her left.
"You sure you're her friend because I recall seeing you leaving a broom closet with your so-called friend's boyfriend just the other day," Jamie stated, popping another chip into his mouth. Smirking as he chewed, noting how Krissy's friend was so taken aback that she had no recourse but to flee the cafeteria to escape the burning gazes of her friends. "Would you like to see the video? Showing your so-called perfect boyfriend, that you just had to bring over, isn't so perfect as you and all the others claim he was."