I wasn’t ready for the explosion that followed that statement.
One second I was standing on my own two feet, staring at my dad.
Then I was on the ground, and my face was exploding in pain.
I was confused.
I was stunned.
And…my god. My dad had just punched me in the face.
I was dizzy, and I couldn’t comprehend what had just happened.
I was lying on my back on the floor, my hand up to my face, and I was staring at the ceiling.
My left eye was blurred.
I couldn’t see out of it clearly.
My dad came to stand over me, and he was wearing that disgusted look that always made my insides crawl.
My dad had never been a physically violent man, but I could always tell that he’d had the capacity.
Whenever I saw this particular look, I knew not to push him.
But despite me not pushing him, he kicked me anyway.
I doubled over as the breath that I’d managed to barely catch wheezed out of my lungs.
“You took my Trini away,” he hissed. “You and that piece of filth sister of yours. I can’t do anything the easy way anymore, and that’s on you. But I’ll make you pay. I’ll make it my life’s mission to make sure that you’re not happy if I’m not happy.”
Then he was gone, leaving my door wide-ass open as he did.
My vision was blurry, but I still saw the drop of blood that landed on the white paper towel note, and thought it was fitting.
This day couldn’t have gone any worse…or so I thought.
That’s when Cadence Moran came inside my wide-open door and smiled.
Seventeen
Of course I speak my mind. My head would explode if I kept all this bullshit to myself.
—Webber’s secret thoughts
WEBBER
My wrench slipped off the bolt for the fourth time, and I had to stop myself from throwing the goddamn thing across the room.
Angry.
I was so. Fucking. Angry.
Moreso, I was angry at myself and second-guessing every single decision I’d made in the last forty-eight hours.
My hand literally itched to pick up my phone and call her.
It’d been bad before, but now that I’d officially hurt her and made it to where she probably would never look at me again, I’d been slowly coming to a dawning realization that I’d made a split second, rash decision that would come back to haunt me.
