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He nods, “We were both in the wrong. The two of us didn’t communicate effectively and it tumbleweeded into what happened the other day. I’m not happy about you bein’ with him, and I’m not gonna stop thinkin’ that. He’s no good for you, Oak. I know him, okay? Just know that, I know the nitty gritty details about him and where he came from.”
Immediately, I become defensive.
I highly doubt my father knows Razor as well as I do.
Sure, I’m discovering more about him every single day, but that’s what happens when you spend a lot of time with one person.
Clearing my throat, I stand up for him in the best way possible. “Razor saved my life,” I need him to understand Razor isn’t thisbig, bad guy like he thinks. “If it weren’t for him, I’d probably be dead.”
My father’s brows furrow, but I can see he’s struggling to accept what I’ve just told him.
He doesn’t want to understand. “You don’t have to exaggerate, Oak.”
Frustration bubbles within me, “I’m not, Dad. You have no idea how much he helped me.”
He shakes his head, still not believing me.
I wish he would, though.
Licking his lips, he speaks up. “Look, I just . . . I want us to be okay again. Can we try to move past this dumb bullshit?”
I wish I could give him the answer he wants, but I can’t.
At least not right now.
“Maybe,” I say hesitantly. What he fails to realize is he’s putting me in the middle. “It’s going to take time, Dad. This isn’t something we can just fix with the snap of your fingers.”
His gaze lowers to the ground, “All right. I’ll do whatever I need to make sure our relationship doesn’t suffer.”
My mother never would have come and apologized to me.
She would make me feel like I was in the wrong the entire time, but she has a great talent of being a narcissistic gaslighter.
Dad’s cell starts ringing off the hook, so I slide off the workbench. “I’m gonna head inside. I need a damn shower,”
He nods, “Okay. I’m glad we talked, Oak.”
I offer him a soft smile, “Me too.”
As I walk toward the door that leads into the clubhouse, I feel a little more at ease.
I don’t ever want there to be bad blood between us.
Over the last week my stomach has been twisting in knots.
My anxiety has been through the roof, and I really need to calm down.
I make my way up the stairs, each step echoing through the oddly quiet clubhouse.
Where the fuck is everyone?
I make it to the top level, entering mine and Razor’s room.
Shutting the door behind me, I lean against it for a moment before pushing off and walking across the room.
I tug at my shirt and pull it off, “Ugh, it's so hot,”
The room is stuffy as hell.
