The breakfast table was deathly silent the following morning.

Or should I say, a few hours later.

I felt tired, hungover and needing fresh air. I was dressed like a tramp, but I really couldn't care less.

I wandered out into the front garden, and breathed. The morning air was cool and inviting. Suddenly, Jasmine emerged from the street corner.

Shit, she was seeing me looking like a hobo.

"Nice day, isn't it Angie?"

"Yeah, it's ok I guess."

"Did you have fun last night? I had a great time!"

"I had an amazing night!" (total lie, but I wasn't telling Lil' Miss Bitch about the night's events)

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." I wanted to slap her sugary sweet face.

"Yeah, same to you."

She was quiet for a moment, pondering whether to say something or not.

Just go. I don't want to talk to you.

"It's just strange, I wouldn't have thought having your dad walk in while you're doing the nasty would make anyone's night. I guess you enjoy pleasuring your dad!"

You bitch!

I just laughed

"Accidents happen. At least he knows I'm not a little girl anymore."

"Hmm, yeah I guess. Well, see you!"

No, just get deported back to the US, you slut.

She walked off, heeled boots clacking as she went.

I could already hear the gossip set for Monday morning.

"Did you hear? Angelina and her dad have sex!"

Great, my life was simply awesome!

The End

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