Who does my dad think he is?
As if he can walk back into my life after HOW many years and tell me what do do.
Af if he has a clue who I am.
As if I even want him to.

Jade paced back and forth across the cracked cement, unable to go back inside and face her mom yet. How dare her dad judge her mother, the woman who raised her all alone, without any help from him? How dare he think he could just drop back into her life and tear it apart?
Hot tears spilled from her eyes and down her cheeks. She wiped them away, even angrier now that he'd made her cry. Her hands were shaking, and her chest felt tight. Desperate to do something, anything, she banged a fist into the metal doors of the apartment development's mailboxes. Metal shuddered with a sharp, satisfying bang. The contact made her fist tingle.
Jade sank down on the ground and rubbed her red knuckles. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she tried to stop crying. Maybe he'd change his mind about filing for custody. He'd get home to his real life and forget all about her again. That could happen, right?
If it didn't, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do.