There were times in my life that I never got along with my mother and after my father passed away we became oil and vinegar. My father hasn't been in the ground for more than a year and she's already moving on to who she says is mister perfect. And now we have to move in with mister perfect and his perfect son whom I already know I'm going to hate."Cassidy, I told you that I needed help packing the kitchen.""Do it yourself.""Watch your mouth young lady, I really don't know what I'm going to do with you.""You could just leave me here, and I'll be just fine.""Oh so tell me since when being 17 means you can live on your own?""Emancipate me."I watch my mother's brows furry as anger seeps in but I don't budge. I don't want to move to some uppity ass town full of know it alls and jerks who measure their dicks by the size of their trust fund."If yo
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