Anna

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" I ask Jed for the tenth time. I look over at my clock and see that it's one twenty-two in the morning.

"What the fuck do you care where I've been. You aren't my fucking mom, Anna." He never calls me Anna.

For the last couple years, Jed has changed. High school has matured me more. I am able to finally start being free. Father puts me on the occasional job of going through different computers and cracking codes. He also ...