Page 286 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Just got to play the game all over again. Show them I’m not regretful. I did what I did, and that’s it. They don’t like it, too bad.

I serve my time, I get out, and I just go where I can make money all over again. My own money that doesn’t rely on Father.

Crazy how they think he was a saint when he was a bigger sinner than me. At least he gets to enjoy what it feels like to be a failure now.

Feel the disappointment he put me through my entire life.

“Get ready for the drop!”

I slip my phone into my pocket, reaching for the parachute but watching it be taken by the other guy.

“Thought you’d have yours by now,” he grumbles.

It’s hard to hear him over the mask he has over the bottom half of his face. We still have to wear stupid coverings because of COVID. I don’t follow stupid rules like that. Covid can’t catch me in the fucking air.

So stupid. All these rules and regulations. It’s as if they just want them to be broken.

“What are you? My dad?” I snap and let go of the bag and grab the other one. “Mind your business.”

I quickly strap it on, rolling my shoulders before heading to the door. Sliding it open invites the intense winds that greet us, making it hard to hear anything.

“How does it feel?” the man further away yells over the wind.

“How does it feel? What?!”

“Being hated by the world?” he offers, which confirms he recognizes me.

I all but roll my eyes. I don’t have the energy to deal with this. I’m here to forget the world, not realize I’m about to be consumed by it for months on end.

So much for the Winchester Legacy.

“I regret nothing,” I mock and look away.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

I dare to catch onto the phrase, looking once more at the man as his eyes lock onto mine.

“Ladies first,” he encourages with a gesture of his hand.

I frown deeply before taking a few steps back, encouraging him to go forward.

That can’t be…

The spike in amusement in his eyes makes me see the familiarity. He’s walking to the door, holding his parachute by putting it on his front side like it’s a simple backup.

“Fine. See ya on flat land,” he declares and turns to face me, his back facing the opening door. “I hope it was worth it.”

I struggle to fight the tremble in my lips as my eyes bore into his.

“Worth everything we went through together.” He can’t look more sympathetic without the sight of his lips.

Those lips stood by me whenever the world doubted me. The set of lips that I wished I didn’t bruise with mine in hopes of hurting him. Those lips I betrayed, knowing he would never do the same to me.

My eyes had always been on Maddox and Mikayla, blinding me from what was happening around me. Maybe if I hadn’t been filled with pride, I would have seen that there was a single person who did love me.

No matter how cruel I was.

No matter how fucked up I’d been to them.

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