The End
"But Macey, wait-"
"Get OUT!" the tall blonde screamed chucking another of his shoes at the cringing man. Red in the face and standing in her red dress and heels, Jeff suddenly pictured some kind of demonic aura bursting out of her and beheading him, which didn't help him duck the suit case that hit him squarely in the side of the head and knocking him to the floor.
"Macey," he begged.
"You filthy, miserable bastard! You ruined my life and you didn't even have the decency to stay as miserable as you've made me?!" she screeched. Jeff touched his forehead, wincing as he felt a cut.
"Please... Ava will hear you, Macey....."
"Get out of my house. Get back to that dead whore and her wretch of a child and get out of my sight. I'm not putting up with you for another moment!" she screeched.
"She's not a whore," Jeff said, anger riling him up. "She was a kind, beautiful-" Jeff broke off and dodged the vase, then realized he'd be making a scene in front of his daughter. "I'll go, I'll go, just... Ava... let her come with me, please."
"She's my daughter, you lying fuck, you can just get out," she seethed, then grabbed her purse and walked over, smacking at him as he flinched and raised his hands to protect himself. "I'm going to the store. If you're here when I get back I'll call the cops, do you understand?"
Jeff winced, but said nothing, cringing as she stormed out, the door slamming behind her as she left.
Walking over he picked up the letter she'd torn in half, hands shaking as he tried to piece it together. Closing his eyes he bowed his head, praying to guidance as to what he was supposed to do next. Obviously he had to leave and take care of this unknown daughter, but he couldn't just walk out on his other girl here alone....
"Get OUT!" the tall blonde screamed chucking another of his shoes at the cringing man. Red in the face and standing in her red dress and heels, Jeff suddenly pictured some kind of demonic aura bursting out of her and beheading him, which didn't help him duck the suit case that hit him squarely in the side of the head and knocking him to the floor.
"Macey," he begged.
"You filthy, miserable bastard! You ruined my life and you didn't even have the decency to stay as miserable as you've made me?!" she screeched. Jeff touched his forehead, wincing as he felt a cut.
"Please... Ava will hear you, Macey....."
"Get out of my house. Get back to that dead whore and her wretch of a child and get out of my sight. I'm not putting up with you for another moment!" she screeched.
"She's not a whore," Jeff said, anger riling him up. "She was a kind, beautiful-" Jeff broke off and dodged the vase, then realized he'd be making a scene in front of his daughter. "I'll go, I'll go, just... Ava... let her come with me, please."
"She's my daughter, you lying fuck, you can just get out," she seethed, then grabbed her purse and walked over, smacking at him as he flinched and raised his hands to protect himself. "I'm going to the store. If you're here when I get back I'll call the cops, do you understand?"
Jeff winced, but said nothing, cringing as she stormed out, the door slamming behind her as she left.
Walking over he picked up the letter she'd torn in half, hands shaking as he tried to piece it together. Closing his eyes he bowed his head, praying to guidance as to what he was supposed to do next. Obviously he had to leave and take care of this unknown daughter, but he couldn't just walk out on his other girl here alone....
