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smiled and my heart sputtered a bit. When did I become such a damn pansy? “I guess I'd better go find her. You know, so I can grovel.” I grinned, even though I was absolutely sure groveling was in my immediate future.

    Rachel squeezed my hand before dropping it. I couldn't help but be disappointed. She threw her trash onto her tray and stood up. I followed her to my feet. “Yeah, you'd best use some of my lip gloss, because your mouth will be chaffed from all the butt kissing you're about to do.” Rachel smirked.

    There was that feisty new Rachel again. Where the hell had she been hiding the last seventeen years? I watched the way Rachel's ass moved in her tight jeans and decided it was time to go get started on my butt kissing. Because if I stayed here any longer, watching the girl in front of me, I would be kissing something else entirely.

Chapter Six
    ~Daniel~

    “Daniel. Stephen and I are going away for the weekend. I've left money on the counter.” My mom poked her head into my room and I had to curb the wise cracks that were on the tip of my tongue.

    I was getting used to weekends alone. Not that I minded. I'd rather not be subjected to the PDA monster that came courtesy of my once upon a time fantastic mother and her skeevy boyfriend. It was freaking gross the way they pawed at each other, not caring if I was in the room or not.

    As if on cue, Stephen appeared behind Mom, his hands slithering around her like an anaconda, his hands going in places that made me want to rip his arms off. I hated that guy. I hated my mom for being with that guy. I hated the fact that I had a front row seat as they touched and did things that a kid should NOT see his parent doing.

    My mom giggled like a girl half her age and I wanted to hurl. “Stephen,” she whispered as he kissed the side of her neck. Both seemed suddenly aware that they were in fact standing in the doorway to my room. Stephen stopped trying to molest the woman who had given me life and she stopped wiggling against him as though they were going to go at it at any moment.

    “Hi son,” Stephen said awkwardly, giving me a cheesy smile that just asked to be knocked off of his face by my more than ready fist. I wasn't his goddamned son. I had a dad. A great one. You know, the guy who had caught this jackass dick deep in his wife. Yep, I was going to throw up. Maybe I could projectile vomit, Exorcist style, all over the assholes in front of me.

    I grit my teeth, crunching them together almost painfully. “Hey,” I said shortly. I should tell Stephen to never call me son again. To remind him and my bitch of a mother of the guy they had both screwed over. The one who had supported his family for years without complaint. The man who did not deserve to lose his wife and his son to a flaming ass face that wore purple shirts and too much hair product.

    But I had played the petulant teenager card one too many times already. And all I had gotten for it was a pissed off mom and my truck taken away.

    My mom could give a shit that I was miserable living in Stephen's house while they ran around like they didn't have a care in the world. What had happened to the woman who made sure all of my favorite snacks were in the cupboard and would help me with my homework every night?

    Maybe I should make up flyers and stick them around town. Missing. Mom who gives a fuck.

    But it was useless. That person was a thing of the past. Now I was stuck with a woman who wore my mom's face but had changed every other thing about herself. My mom had always been comfortable in jeans. This mom never left the house without make-up an inch thick and had started dying her hair blonde, because Stephen liked it that way.

    Whatever. Just another dose of reality that I had to deal with. Nothing changed the fact that my life sucked.

    Without another word, my mom and Stephen closed the door. I could hear her laugh as they left. God knows what Stephen started doing once my door shut. I