I looked at the two of them, sitting there with their combined retirement income of over eight grand a month, and I couldn't help but silently curse my maternal grandparents again.
Where did they get the nerve to claim they raised me? By feeding me air?
"You think you can just shake me off, Dad? It won't be that easy."
I hated everyone now.
I hated my mother, hated Grandpa and Grandma Abbott for being broke and still refusing to let me change my last name, letting me suffer through eighteen miserable years for nothing.
I hated my father, his parents, and my brother for watching me struggle and pretending they didn't see a thing.
I smiled at my father.
Keep things the way they are?
Dream on.
Of course I was going to latch onto the one with the deepest pockets.
A plan was already taking shape in my mind.
Summer was nearly over, and I still showed no sign of getting ready for school.
My mother panicked.
She'd thought my threat to skip college was just talk. But when the first day of classes came and I was still lying in bed scrolling through my phone, she lost it.
She burst through my door and shoved a stack of cash into my hands.