Mr. President 1(268)

Holy fucking Christ.

My world is in a state of complete numbness. Shock.

Just fucking kill me now. A forced marriage that was just icing on a much larger cake.

This is too fucking much. I can’t believe the callousness. The fucking waste. I get up from my chair.

“Close the door on your way out, will you please?” Kenneth says to me as I stalk to the door. I turn around to look at him. His hands are on my dad’s shoulders, a lascivious smile playing on his lips as he brings out his tongue to lick them. “We’re going to be a little…busy…in here.”

I don’t have the fucking strength to argue.

I do as Kenneth asks, close the door, and go toward the front door.

I need fresh air.

I need to find Jocelyn.