Bad Intentions

"Does it bug you?"

"Does what bug me"

"Does it bug you that I know you better than you know you?"


Peyton Andrews has parents that want her to be perfect. Has siblings that want her to be cool and friends that want her to be fun. But when she meets Asher she falls for him because he wants to her to be herself


13. /1:3/



This chapter will be the only one in the entire book that's written in a different persons point of view. I only added in this chapter because I can't let you blame the dad for everything. Nobody is born evil or mean. His mind set was good yet his intentions, though very thorough, were bad. So not that he needs any introduction. Allan Andrews.

/ a l l a n /

In and out. My breathes were steady as I sat I the meeting. I couldn't get the fact that I had a pregnant daughter who may choose to keep her baby. I couldn't grasp that this one little mistake could be the one to end me. I honestly couldn't let that happen.

"Mr. Andrews, you have a phone call on line two." Mindy smiled at me. I chuckled ever so lightly and excused myself from the meeting. I walked the long hallway down to my office. The door was cracked open and light shined through blinding me.

"Damnit." I muttered walking inside and over to the blinds. I closed them enough to not need a stigmatism. I picked up the phone and held it to my ear as I laced around my area.

"Allan! Hey it's-its me Cynthia. It's me your mother." The old sick woman mumbled softly into the phone. My voice was stuck in my throat. I was entirely caught off guard. I closed and locked my door taking a seat in my swivel chair.

"Cynthia, I'm sorry but I can't give you money. If I give you money you'll just buy drugs." I said holding my forehead.

"I'm cl-"

"Clean?" I cut her off. I've had this conversation with her. Everyday for the last 20 years. I never understand how she can scrub up enough money for a pay phone but not for a meal, or decent clothing.

"It's real this time, Adrian I promise." I stiffened.

"Cynthia, that's not my name." I said mostly through my nose. In, out.

"I wanted to tell you something. I-I got a new house. And a new job." She said.

"Are you on the street? Is it a real job Cynthia?" I asked.

"It pays the bills." She said. I sighed.

"Cynthia, where are you right now?" I asked feeling a pang of guilt.

"At a subway station off of sixth and sycamore." She said. I listened intently. No one was talking.

"Cynthia, please, tell me where you are." I softened my voice grabbing my coat and keys.

"The park. I'm going to the park." She said softly. I sighed as memories washed over me. I went to my desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of anxiety pills. I downed a couple and slid them back.

"I'll be there in 20." I said hanging up. I walked out and in a hurried action bumped into Christian Williams. He was holding a brief case and a surgeons jacket.

"Mr. Andrews, hey, my son is in the hospital. I'm going to have to leave early."

"Why?" I asked. I didn't have time to converse on this topic but I needed to know who needed to be fired and who I could push through.

"Asher Greene. Guess they got into a fight." He said looking ashamed.

"Do you know why?" I asked intrigued.

"Something about a baby I guess. I don't it was probably a misunderstanding." Christian said chuckling.

"Maybe." I muttered walking away and smiling. Mr. Greene was there waiting too.

"Mr. Greene, it's lovely to see you." He smiled.

"Heard your boy got into a fight? Heard he won." I laughed stepping into the elevator.

"Yeah, I'm headed down there now. I heard your girl's down there with him." He smiles pressing the 1 and turning to me.

"Peyton Elizabeth? Oh, well she's absolutely taken with your boy." I lied. That's how you get places. Lying and lying some more.

"Asher isn't as straight forward. One minute he's talking about her the next he's sleeping with some blonde that he hangs out with." He said. I rolled my eyes.

"They're kids. They need to get to know each other before they can make decisions on what they want." I said shrugging.

"That's true, Asher was thinking about inviting her with us for summer vacation at the lake house. You think she'd be interested?"

"She loves houses. I don't know about the lake part." I joked.

"I agree. If hate this year to be over before it begins." He says as the elevator lets us both out.

"Good luck with Asher." I said jogging out to my car.


"I talked to Mary Jane. She wants to talk to you."

"How do you talk to someone and not have a phone?" I asked Cynthia.

"She comes to my corner and buys me for an hour." She says as we drive away with no true destination.

"Well, the next time she buys you for prostitution purposes please tell her I don't want to talk to her." I said.

"Why won't you?" She asks.

"It's not the best idea to, I have a wife and kids. No time for the past." I said. I didn't need to have my mother dictating my life 20 years after she failed the first time.

"Well, you can at least tell her you don't love her anymore. That you've moved on." She offered.

"Why? That's just rude." I said

"Ha! Since when do you think about rude?"

"Hmm." I muttered.

"You need to grow up and face your problems." She said.

"No! You don't get to say that. Grow up? I grew up. At age 9 do you remember? Or were you too busy snorting cocaine to remember selling me to a sex trafficker?" I asked gritting my teeth.

"You don't know what it was like. I needed,"

"You don't know what it was like. Being molested by old bastards with mommy issues? It wasn't just sex, but you knew that. One less reason to be a parent."

"I needed those, those shots."

"Yeah? And I needed a mom. We don't always get what we want." I muttered.

"You never told me. What it was like. You never let me in."

"It hurt, and then it didn't. It hurt until it wasn't. At 14 it got easier. Then 21 I finally made enough side money to buy myself out. But at that time I swore that I knew what I wanted to be. I knew exactly what I was going to do. And nobody was going to stop me. Not you and your drugs. Not Raoul, not Penelope and not those kids. I've worked from literal nothing to get where I am now. And I crushed, I socially deprived and I have ended lives. But I'm here. And just because Mary Jane realizes she loves me 20 years after I told her I loved her doesn't change any of that."

"You are still a scared little boy. A slave to your own greed."

"Better greed than coke." I said.


"Don't call me that. That's not my name." I said harshly.

"You can't push away the people who care."

"Cynthia I don't know what kind of bullshit life planning regimen you're on that makes you so stupid. But I don't need anybody to care. I told myself long ago that no one cared that long time ago when I needed it. Don't care now when I'm successful."

"Fine, but you're only hurting yourself."

"No, I'm gonna find every man that ever touched me. Ever saw me as an item and I'm going to end them. Starting, with the so gracious Boris and Matthew." I said.


Short but I think this sums up everything. I don't want this to be a graphic book so I didn't put in a lot of what happened to Allan but yeah- I feel so bad for him and Cynthia was a fuck up her whole life so fuck that bitch.

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