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“Just a precaution. It can still be traced.”
“Can I call Tara?”
He goes to rise, then he stops as he sits back down and holds my chin with one firm hand. “You can call her and text, but Aspyn, this is really important. I know she’s your best friend, but you can’t tell her where you’re going. Nobody can know, do you understand?”
I swallow hard. I don’t keep secrets from her. I never have. She knows everything about me.
The good. The bad. The ugly.
“But Tara…”
“No buts. If anyone knows, then this whole move will be for nothing. We have to flush out the perpetrator and bring them to justice,” he says. “I will not have my daughter in the firing line. Until this mess is dealt with, you’re to stay put and do as I say. Then when this is over, we’ll talk.”
“What if I don’t like the NOLA Rebels?”
“You won’t be around them long enough to care. My team is closing in. The minute this maniac is locked up, you can come home.”
I don’t know why every time I say NOLA Rebels, my heart skips a beat. Then I want to laugh at myself. This isn’t Sons of Anarchy. And I seriously doubt there are any cute guys. They’re probably all pot-bellied, beer drinking slobs. I try not to screw my nose up.
“Dad, that could be ages.”
He lets go of me. “So be it.”
I look down at my hands. “Should I be worried?”
He leans up and kisses me on the forehead. “No. You’re in the safest of hands. And if that asshole Dylan messages you, I want to know about it.”
Just hearing his name makes me angry.
He tried his hardest to get out of what he did, spinning some tale about being so drunk he didn’t remember what happened. That didn’t excuse all the other girls who came out of the woodwork. Damn asshole.
Deep down, I should’ve known that he couldn’t be trusted. His wandering eyes are legendary. I guess I believed the lie that he really was a good guy.
Good guys don’t treat you like this.
“You hear me?” Dad prompts when I don’t reply.
I nod. “Yes.”
“Which won’t be possible anyway because you’ll have a new number.”
Clearly, Dad is a little slow when it comes to social media messaging channels, but I don’t say anything.
Tara will not be happy that I’m being exiled and she won’t be able to see me. We’ve been like two peas in a pod since we were little kids. I trust her implicitly.
What would be cool is if Tara could’ve come with me. That would have made this trip all that much better.
I nod. “I never want to speak to him again.” Which isn’t a lie. He’s a deadbeat and he’s getting a lot of shit for what he did to me with Lisa.
I’ve watched the re-run of me belting Lisa, and it never gets old.
Her shocked face when I yanked out a handful of her hair and punched her in the nose, will go down as one of the things that made me happiest in life.
I hate liars. And I hate cheats.
“Good. Glad to hear it. When this is over, we can discuss boundaries,” Dad says. “I never want you to feel as though you can’t live your life. I just don’t want you to ever be hurt because of who we are.”
I know he has my best interests at heart. I don’t want to seem ungrateful, but he is holding me hostage, after all. I have a right to be mad about that.
