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- Mar 10, 2010
James drove down the highway, eyes staying on the road and never straying to the passengers in his car. He had never been this angry in his life. It was 4 in the morning and here he was, busting his daughter, Melissa, and her friend out of jail for underage drinking as well as spray-painting a police car. Apparently the two hadn't been over at her friends house like she had told him but decided to go hang out at some college frat party. He was furious with Melissa and knew that tomorrow he would probably take away just about every privilege she had. But most of his anger was aimed at his daughter's little friend, the bitch behind it all.
He knew that little whore must have been the "brains" behind this little stunt. Melissa wasn't the type to do something like this unless pushed into it. Pulling into the driveway of their home James gave his daughter a look to go to her room, the almost passed-out drunk girl nodding once before getting out of the car and going inside.
James sat there, hands on the wheel as Melissa's friend sat in the backseat. The girl had pissed him off royally tonight, and now she sat there still drunk and worried over what her parents were going to do to her. He turned back in the seat, eyes burning into her own and gave her a simply order. "Get in the front seat. I'm going to talk to you."
He knew that little whore must have been the "brains" behind this little stunt. Melissa wasn't the type to do something like this unless pushed into it. Pulling into the driveway of their home James gave his daughter a look to go to her room, the almost passed-out drunk girl nodding once before getting out of the car and going inside.
James sat there, hands on the wheel as Melissa's friend sat in the backseat. The girl had pissed him off royally tonight, and now she sat there still drunk and worried over what her parents were going to do to her. He turned back in the seat, eyes burning into her own and gave her a simply order. "Get in the front seat. I'm going to talk to you."