HARLEY
I look at my parents seething with anger. Who do they think I’m? Some teenager that they can order around?
No. it doesn’t work like that. They have no right to dictate my life. No right to tell me who I should see and who I should not.
“So you are going to let some gold digger destroy your life?” That’s their problem. They always think girls who are not famous are after money.
“She is not a gold digger.” I bite my lip angrily.
“Wake up son. That girl is after your money.” That’s dad.
“Yes. After ‘My’ money and not yours.” I emphasize the 'my' part glaring hard at them.
“You need a wake-up call, don’t you?”
“What are you going to do? Kidnap her? Send her out of the country? Offer her money as you did to Sierra?”
“Sierra was better. I’m taking nasty measures on this one.”
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