MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck- why the fuck?!"
Zade almost threw his phone at the wall, his grip tightening so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Dad" glowed across the screen, bright and irritating, and without even hesitating, Zade hit decline.
The phone rang again almost immediately.
Decline.
Again.
Decline.
Before his father could even think about calling back a fourth time, Zade blocked the number entirely and lazily tossed the phone onto the bed.
Well…
Had he ever been this angry over his father's phone calls before?
No.
And… had he ever felt this empty about them?
No. Usually, he felt terrified.
And had he ever blocked his father before?
Never.
But somehow, today…
He just couldn't care.
He would deal with it later.
Right now, all he could think about was the fact he had to let go of Rai.
Because of this stupid phone call.
Because his father probably wanted to talk about another girl again.
Another "good match."
