She scurries backward until she’s trapped against a wall. I start to get up, ignoring the literal pain in my ass, when Dad is on the prowl again after her. Pain shoots from my tailbone up my spine on impact.ĭella is back on her feet, tears running down her face as her eyes search mine, looking to make sure I’m okay. I stumble, tripping backwards over the coffee table and fall between the table and sofa. His hand swings out, hitting me on the side of the face. “Dad! Stop!” I cry out, rushing forward to put myself between the two of them. With a rough shove, he sends her careening to the floor. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” Dad screams, grabbing hold of her face. All her bravery is gone and she looks to me to help her out of this mess. The relief at seeing me is a punch to the throat. She’s no longer looking at him either, but instead notices me approaching. I’m thankful she can’t hear a word he’s saying to her. Now you’re trying to suck the life out of me too!”

“You took my wife because you’re a fucking parasite. “You were meant to die, not her,” he growls. It drips to the floor making a pattering sound that can be heard between the echoes of Dad’s shouting. An entire bottle of it has been knocked over and spilled onto the laptop. “You fucking ruined it, you dumb piece of shit!” he bellows, gesturing at his computer on the coffee table. She defiantly glares up at him like she could take him. Dad stands over Della, towering over her like an angry giant. I follow the sound of his voice to the living room. My heart leaps into my throat because I could bet money he’s yelling at her. In the hallway, Della’s pink stuffed cat lies in the middle of the floor, discarded and forgotten. Since he’s still yelling, I sneak out of my room unnoticed, even when my door creaks. I abandon my book to creep over to my bedroom door. I’m startled from the book I’m reading when I hear shouts. The second we can make a break for it, we absolutely will. How it might irrevocably change us somehow.Īll that matters now is that we have a way out. He’s a distraction away from my purpose.īecause if we stay here much longer, I wonder how many more lines Dad will cross. As much as we’re attracted to one another and have this undeniable connection-even when he’s being Mr. I don’t want to think about him right now. Thoughts of Ford enter my brain against my will. Small Business Health Insurance Plans: A Complete Overview

Triple threat by k webster