Chapter Thirteen

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Bob
What kind of father does my son think I am? I mean, I was born at night but I wasn't born last night. Obviously I knew he was going to Dabs. There are no other children that live in this neighborhood! He knows how we feel about the Howlters. They wasted our money, broke our things, and destroyed our house! I was betrayed by my own son! I'll teach him to not disobey me again. I left the Howlter residence and went straight to Eliza.

      "Are you aware that our so called son is at the Howlter's house?" I ask in a disgusted tone

      "I know no such thing! Evan told me he went to someone's house named Dylan!" She yelled

     "Well he lied right to your face then. I saw him walk right into their house. I stormed in there myself."

      "What did you say? Was Tabitha or Dil in there?" She asked

      "Tabitha must've been out in the garden, and Dil must have been at 'Work'. It's hardly work, all he does is play with toys. I say

        "Wait so he's still over there?" Eliza says confused.

        "He has to do a bloody project. But tomorrow I'll make sure he doesn't go over there. They can work separately, on text or something of the sort." I state

           "Bob you must be careful, if Dil or Tabitha found out you were over there, things could get serious." She said concerned

           "I don't give a damn if they know I was there. They know we would never like Evan with dab yet they still let Dab have him over."

         "Are you sure they knew? Maybe Dab snuck Ev-"

       "I know. Don't question me. I interrupted. And with that, I go the couch and flip through the channels.

~wow bob's a douche

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