Or get their fifteen minutes of fame.
Brooklyn’s show, however, is going viral, which I guess is why it appeared on my phone.
Fucking thing probably knows he’s my father.
I’d seen that he was getting a star a few days ago, and like anything to do with him, I tried not to let it get to me, but here I am, five whiskeys later and a crick in my neck.
Motherfucker.
The only thing that asshole deserves is a twenty-year sentence and a prison cell for life. Oh, and a cellmate named Rick.
A star on the Walk of Fame for a lifetime of achievement? No fucking way.
Not after what he did to me, and by the sounds of it, other people.
“We’ll dig deeper into these allegations about Leo Taylor and let you know what we find. Tell me below in the comments whether you think Leo Taylor is guilty, or if he deserves his Hollywood star.”Brooklyn says from behind her laptop.
Tempting.
I could give her a lot of dirt on my father, but I didn’t spend the last twenty years building a new life to front the media and tell them what he did to me.
Shrinks might tell you it’s therapy, and maybe it is for some people. Not me. I plan to destroy him, and I know the opportunity will present itself.
Could this be it?
Destroying him, as he did to the little boy I once was, is the only thing that I feel will help me let it all go.
I drop the screen and recline back into the sofa, putting my feet up on the coffee table. Then gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling windows across Manhattan.
A plan starts to formulate, and the corners of my lips turn up.
I need to think through all the details further and find out more about this Brooklyn McKenna—who I’d quite like to meet—but this could work.
Without showing my hand, staying in the shadows, I can manipulate this situation and bring him down.
Hard.
It’s well past time I exacted revenge on the man who stole my innocence. Who filled my nights with terror and taught me that nowhere is safe in this world.
The one man who should have done the exact opposite.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, you asshole.” My voice is rough in the darkness. “Completely.”
Even better, the pretty lady is going to do all the work.
Honestly, it’s fucking perfect.
I couldn’t have planned this better myself. Of course he’s hurt others. As a victim and young child, I didn’t stop to think he might have been doing something similar to other people. As an adult, I try not to think about him.
Mostly I never do.
But he has hurt others and will continue to.
There’s a sense of obligation to assist in him being stopped, but again, I will not go public nor destroy the new identity I worked hard to protect.
Cops don’t give a shit.
They want to get their guy.
