Falling for My Dirty Uncle

"You think you're recording this?" she asks me. "You don't know that my computer flashed the moment you walked in a picture that showed where you had a recording device? That I turned on a white noise machine. That all you recorded is garbage noise?"

I'm shaking.

I don't know what to say.

I feel an utter sense of defeat. My last card.

“I knew you'd try something like this ever since you met that bitch Natalie,” Mom continues on.

Oh my God. What is going on here?

Is she following me?

"Ever since you left work here I've had you followed, in case you were wondering," Mom confirms for me. "You think you're clever, girl, you have no idea how out of your league you are."

I'm shaking. She's defeated me. Completely.

"Now go, and get out of my sight before I decide to destroy you as well."

I want to leave, but my knees don't move.

"Go and get the fuck out of my office, daughter," she says with the grating and harsh voice of a monster.

Holding back tears, I get my knees to move and get out.

Magnus

It's like the fucking world is going to Hell and someone gave me a front row ticket to the carnage.

This morning, coming into work for Davion Development, two people stopped to hiss at me. Who the fuck hisses at people anymore? I just kept walking. It wasn't really worth my time to stop and deal with a hisser.

I mean just the thought of someone hissing ... is fucking strange, something that I associate with a snake or some other reptile. Not sure about whether I really equate that with things that humans do.

But then again these New Yorkers on the street probably think I'm some sort of snake at this point considering the kind of press I've been getting.

I mean Jesus Christ, if the President thinks that the news media is against him, imagine a hundred fucking times worse. It's like someone got all the fucking newspapers and cable channels and broadcast news and every sort of nickel and dime journalist and told them that they should go out there and come up with the slimiest shit that they could think of to get me.

I mean, I never really trusted the news media. Does anyone in this country anymore?

Do you?

Sure, they're not all bad. And they're human beings too. I'm not saying that they individually are bad people. They probably have families and they don't eat babies or whatever the fuck.

But combined together they're a fucking mob. And they're out to get me.

You should see some of the shit that's been coming out since this whole thing broke.

I mean, I know you've seen some of the stuff and Penny's been talking to you every other chapter, but I don't think she even keeps track of some of this shit.

And it's a good thing too, because if she did...I mean, fuck, I don't know how she would take it.

I mean, yesterday the Daily Journal said something like, "Magnus Davion: Should He Be Allowed To Live Near Schools?"

Can you believe that shit?

The reasoning?

Apparently because I had known Penny when she was 18 years old I must've had something for her. Like I planned this whole thing. Like I built a multi-billion dollar real estate empire that culminated in the purchase of the New York Nailers that led me to cum on that one cheerleader's face. Apparently that was all a plan to get the attention of the Page Eight Gossip Column for the New York Daily Journal and that somehow led me to my ex-stepdaughter who I then proceeded to fuck.