Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 59

"We're going on a vacation." Dad announced as we sat at the dining table for breakfast.

We rarely had breakfast together. Dad was either on a business trip or rushing to work. So this was kinda rare.

I considered his statement, raising an eyebrow. "But school is still in session, Dad. And will be for like two more months," I said, confused.

Dad's face faltered. "Oh, um, I meant your mother and I. Your mother and I are going on a vacation."

I felt my face begin to heat up.

"You're taking this-her? You're taking her on a vacation?"

He didn't have time to talk to me or take me anywhere because he was always so damn busy, but he wasn't too busy to go on vacation?

That was rich. I shook my head, anger surfacing.

Was it compulsory for dad and his gold digging wife to infuriate me every f*****g day?

Ashley let out a squeal, obviously not hearing what I had just said. "Oh my gosh, babe!" She raced to dad's side of the table and enveloped him in a hug, kissing both his cheeks in turn. Dad smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

"But dad!" I attempted one last time. "We're supposed to go on vacation. As a family. We haven't done that since mom..." I trailed off.

Ashley glanced at me with a pitiful look on her face.

"Don't worry, baby. We'll go after your final exams. As a family, so don't-"

"Don't you ever call me that. Ever again in your f*****g life!" I bellowed.

Was this bitch crazy or something, I wondered.

"Jason!" Dad countered.

I ignored him and faced Ashley. "Stop f*****g trying to be my mother and concentrate instead on being his whore. After all that's why you're here="

I hadn't finished my statement when all of a sudden Dad swung a hand across his side of the table, giving me a resounding slap.

I placed a hand to my cheek in shock.

Dad had never laid a finger on me. Never.

"Because of her, right?" I screamed at Dad. "You never hit me. Can't you see what she's doing?! To you! To us!"

Dad glared at me. "What is wrong with you, Jason. Don't you see how disrespectful you're being. Ashley may not be your birth mother. But she's older than you, and she's trying. Give her that respect. She sure as hell deserves it!" I looked from dad to Ashley-who sat quietly, one arm linked to dad's-and I could see it clearly. He was choosing her over me.

He wasn't thinking of mom, or me. The only thing he cared about was Ashley.

Swallowing, I stood as if stung by a bee. "Have fun wherever the f**k you two are headed."

With those words I stormed off, heading out to get some fresh air.