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Dad sighs. “Please, Zoe. I don’t want to do this. I thought that you were my little girl.”
“I can’t be your little girl forever. I have my own life to live.” I swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. “Dad, I need you to be there for me and support me in this. I know that you don’t like Christian, but he’s my husband. You have to find a way to be okay with that.”
“I’m sorry, Zoe.”
The call ends before I can say anything else.
I resist the urge to throw my phone at the ground and watch it shatter into a million pieces.
I never thought that going out and having my own life would be this difficult. I thought that my family would be happy for me. I thought that they would support me while I grew up.
Ava supports me. Christian supports me. Why can’t Mom and Dad?
Maybe they can, in time.
Still, it feels like Dad has driven a knife through my heart.
I know that this is hard for him, but I thought he would see that this is what’s best for me.
He’s stuck in his ways. I can only hope that one day he’ll come around. Because I don’t want to lose my father, no matter how difficult he can be at times.
I tuck my phone back in my pocket as the breeze blows harder and clouds drift across the moon.
The streetlights shine a dim glow in the night as I turn the corner.
I hope the walk to the pizza place and back is enough to clear my mind.
As I look over my shoulder, the security guard gives me a small smile. He’s still a few feet behind me, giving me the space I need.
A car comes out of nowhere, whipping around the corner so fast the tires squeal on the pavement.
My security guard turns around, his gun drawn, but he’s too slow.
A man leans out of the back window, and as if the world is in slow motion, I witness the man in the car shooting my security guard.
The car screeches to a stop beside me before I know what’s happening.
Two men jump out, hands grabbing at me.
I scream as loud as I can, hoping that someone will hear me even though there are no houses in this section of the neighborhood.
“Shut up, bitch,” one of the men growls as he reaches for my bicep.
I turn and slam my fist into his nose, hearing the crunch as it breaks.
He wipes away some of the blood with the back of his hand, grinning.
The other man grabs me from behind, holding my arms back.
I flail and kick, trying to hit something solid.
The man with the broken nose gives me a sinister smile before slamming his fist into my gut. All the air whooshes out of me as I try to double over, but the other man holds me up.
“I told you to shut up.” The man chuckles and nods to the car. “Now, get the fuck in there.”
“Fuck you.” I wheeze and spit at him, throwing my head back into the other man’s face.
His nose crunches and hot blood splatters against my neck.
