Chapter 35

I try and drag my attention back to her, in a bid to knock that shit on the head and focus on the topic, but it takes way too much effort. “I doubt you’ll get pulled looking like that, so try and refrain from illegal ID’s in future.” I sound sterner than I intend too, but I mean it. I hate the fact that some backstreet asshole sold my sweet girl a fake ID, so she could live wild and reckless, and put herself in dumb situations. I don’t care what her reasoning was. I hate that she lived that life for two whole years and I fucking let her. Sophie eyerolls at me, that air of ‘really, Arry?’ that she likes to hit me with when I am being overprotective and makes me feel ten years older than her once more.

“When did you get so boring? Don’t try and tell me you never had a fake, as I know for a fact you and that brother of yours were hitting it hard when you were only seventeen.” She raises a sarcastic brow, looking unimpressed with me and I feel more paternal, guardian like by the s