So about a week after my 5 week reprieve ended... the breaking point came. i was trying to do my homework and ignore April and her client moaning away on the sofa. i had a hangover, my ribs were killing me, and i knew i had a really shitty job later that day. To say the least, i was not happy. So, when Jackson showed up in the basement and jerked me out of my chair, i just snapped."Oh for fuck's sake, Jackson! Can't you see i'm busy? If i get a bad grade on my report card, you know Mama and Daddy will yank my chain. Then John will have my fucking hide!" i did have enough sense not to yell, but i hissed it at him. He dropped my arm in shock. He looked at me with sparks flying from his eyes."You little fucking cunt. You have forgotten what the fuck you are! For-fucking-gotten! I'm going to talk to Edward you whore!"And, he, OF COURSE, didn't have the sense not to shout. His voice pulled up short April's client. She shot a look of pure hatred in my direction and moved down to begin the tedious job of sucking him hard again. Old men can be such a pain in the ass.i sighed deeply, tried not to cry and settled back to my homework. At the moment, my biggest worry was John. i would have to deal with the rest of it later, but there was no way in hell i wanted to piss off John. Getting grounded for a month over a C on my report card, would definitely piss him off.And, yes, at this point i do see the irony in studying to not piss off my handler. Aint life grand?
