Chapter 12

It had been weeks since Daddy had pay attention to me. The one hot night we had was a distant memory. The in and outs of everyday life had moved in and everyone was home for the summer. Purposely I would try to get into any trouble I could. I would run out of gas on the freeway, not fold his laundry right. Anything I could to make him pay attention to me. I started despising my mother. She has to sleep with him every night; he would take her out places. She never did things the right way. I would...