Chapter 75
by 
Yelawolf
You....
Stumble upon Jason new girlfriend account Kendra
You're scrolling, lost in the algorithm's curated river of skin, when a face jogs you out of your trance. It takes a second, a replay of the three-second video, for your brain to connect the dots. She's sitting on a bench in what is unmistakably the high school football stadium bleachers. She's wearing Jason's letterman jacket. The jacket is huge on her, swallowing her frame, but you recognize the number, 12, and the name stitched across the back. Your last name. Your family name.
The video is captioned: "Gameday w my #12 ❤"
A cold dread, slick and oily, replaces the hot arousal in your stomach. You click on her profile. @kendra.j_.
Her profile is a shrine to your son. There are photos of them at the lake, her arms around his neck, his hand possessively on her hip. There's a mirror selfie, her wearing what looks like one of his letterman jackets and nothing else. The caption: "Stole his favorite jacket." Another video shows her on her bed, lip-syncing a song about loyalty, with a framed photo of Jason in his football gear visible on her nightstand. You could tell she's a very clingy person after only dating Jason for a little while.
Young love. You hate how much you despise your son right now. He did so many new things with his new girlfriend to erase his history with Alina. You get why. Alina was a very intense crazy woman.
Kendra is sexy. She might be 18 years old, but there's an adult knowingness in her eyes, a confidence in the way she presents her body that feels both naive and calculated. She's everything you were just fantasizing about, brought to horrifying, tangible life.
This is no longer anonymous. This is your son's girlfriend, a girl you will likely meet again, to make small talk with over a burnt barbecue in your backyard. You're no longer just a spectator, you're a trespasser.
You stare at the screen. The jacket. The smile. Your son.
