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“Shiiiit,” Jude cursed. “I really thought I was seeing things. Honest.” He raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m not mad,” I sighed tiredly, “I’m just…done. I’m done with the whole thing. I’m mad at him, but not for that.” I shook my head, taking a deep breath. “How dare he think he can lecture me on my love life when he’s nothing but an asshole and a cheat,” I spat.
“Tate…” Jude said my name slowly, like he knew something bad was coming.
I could feel my anger rising inside me, boiling over to volcanic levels. Oh, yeah. I was about to lose it. It was bound to happen eventually. Too bad it couldn’t have happened behind closed doors. Nope, instead I was about to go batshit crazy in public.
“Grab my stuff, and get out of here,” I warned Jude.
“What are you going to do?” He asked, his face paling. “Tatum, he’s not worth it.”
I ignored Jude and picked up my coffee cup. I only had to hope he did as I asked, or I was screwed.
I marched over to my dad and the woman.
I forced the sweetest smile on my face I could muster. “Hi,” I said, and both their heads whipped up to look at me. Confusion laced the woman’s face, while my dad looked pissed. Gotcha.
“Uh…do I know you?” The woman asked me. She had blonde hair, but unlike mine it was obviously fake, and judging from the size of her breasts those were fake too. Great taste dad, I thought to myself, if you were going to cheat on your mental wife you could’ve picked someone a little more…I don’t know, real.
“I’m his daughter.” I grinned and nodded my head at daddy-dearest.
“Oh,” her mouth parted and she started spewing out all these silly excuses for why they were together.
“Look,” I held up a hand to shut up her insane babbling, “I honestly don’t care what y’all are doing, and it’s obvious what that is, I just came over to tell my daddy that he’s an asshole and he can choke on his tongue and die.” I smiled manically and before I lost my nerve I threw my coffee at him. The lid flew off and coffee splattered all over his suit, the table, and Malibu Barbie—that was the nickname I’d given his mistress in my head.
“Bye, daddy,” I sing-songed before running for the door.
Jude stood there with both our bags in his hands, his mouth hanging open. He was sh
ell-shocked.
I pushed his shoulder roughly. “Run!” I screamed.
That got him moving.
We ran as fast and hard as we could to his truck, not daring to look behind us.
When we were in the truck, he locked the doors, and sped out of the parking lot and down the street. We saw my dad standing on the street, chest heaving like a bull, and drenched in coffee.
I laughed until tears ran down my cheeks. “God that felt so good!” I cried, looking out the back window at my dad’s retreating form.
I knew I should’ve been fearful of how my dad would retaliate, and I would be later, but right now I felt giddy. Almost like I was high.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Jude laughed too. “Remind me to never piss you off.”
I expected Jude to take me back to the library, but he didn’t.
Fifteen minutes later we pulled into the driveway of the townhouse he shared.
“What are we doing here?” I asked.
He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Do you really think I’m going to let you go home after that display? You need to give your dad a few days to cool off.” His jaw clenched and he stared out the window for a moment before his gaze met mine. His eyes were dark and his face was shadowed with worry. “I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”
“I can look out for myself,” I whispered.
He picked up my folded hand and kissed the top. “You might be tough, Tate, but there are some things even you can’t fight. I experienced your dad firsthand. He wouldn’t think twice about hurting you. Seriously hurting you.”
I grew quiet, nibbling on my bottom lip. “Fine, two days tops.” I held up two fingers and waved them around. “Then I’m going back home and you’re not to say anything. Deal?”
