"Are you still tracking me?
I thought you said you wouldn't anymore?"
This man is a fucking creep. I first found out he was tracking me during my sophomore year. I was so pissed at him for it. He said he would stop. I believed he had until now. Fuck.
I am the idiot for trusting he did.
"Oh. Did I?" I picture him with that annoying nonchalant grin on his face. It will soon progress into a satisfied laughter.
"Even so, you cannot blame me. I have to keep a close eye on you. What kind of uncle would I be if I am not aware of my only nephew's dealings? I know of everything you do son. Including those two girls that are still sleeping in your bed. None of them have woken up yet. Are you sure didn't fuck them to death last night?"
"Uncle Bryan!" I exploded, hissing. He laughs loudly. "Why? Is my baby pissed?" I fucking hate it when he calls me baby. He knows that. I remove the phone from my ear to breathe and calm down before putting it back. "You are right.
