TWENTY THREE

JORDAN

Gone are the days I should be living in fear of him. I got rid of every single shrill and adapted every ounce of courage.

"I can't believe you're still trying to keep tabs on me, even from behind bars.” I scoffed. I heard some shuffling on the other end of the line, like someone was moving around in their cell. Then, his voice came up.

"I always keep an eye on my enemies.” He said and I swear, I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised.

He has never deserved the title of a ‘father.’ I hate him with my last breath and am sure it's the same thing with him.

"If you don't start minding your own business, you're going to end up in a worse place than that jail cell." I said, my voice shaking with anger. The response I got sent a sudden shiver down my spine.

"I should have gotten rid of you a long time ago." His cold voice uttered, evilly.

"No surprise. Like a failure that you are, you failed." I spat out, my voice shaking with rage. I hung up the phone and threw it against the wall, wa