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“Where’s the killer instinct, boy?”
Saved up for when I’ll need it against you.
He released my shoulder then and gave me quick once-over before shaking his head, his disappointment blatant. “You’re not big enough.”
“I’m the tallest one on the fucking team,” I shot back, hating myself for feeding into his bullshit. “What do you want from me?”
“You’re too fucking skinny,” he snapped. “I was twice as built as you when I was your age. You need to start bulking up, boy. Your sister has bigger muscles than you.”
Lovely.
“Your brother was a good stone heavier than you when he was playing U-16s.”
Of course he was.
“Darren had serious conditioning about him back in the day.”
Furious, I straightened my shoulders and silently seethed, as the insults kept coming.
“Darren didn’t look like the wind could topple him, either – unlike you.”
Obviously.
“You might have the height and speed, boy, but you’re too fucking light.”
Tuning his voice out, I concentrated on what was happening just over his shoulder, on the hilly bank behind him.
From my standpoint, I had a perfect view of Molloy, who was having a heated conversation with Ricey.
She didn’t look happy.
In fact, she looked downright miserable.
Either completely oblivious to his girlfriend’s bad mood, or just plain indifferent,
Ricey waved a hand around as he spoke, turning back to gesture to a car full of our teammates. Shaking his head at something she said, he moved in to kiss her, only to be met with a hand to the chest, and a furious looking Molloy warning him off. Throwing his hands up in frustration, he said something in response before jogging over to the car and climbing into the back seat, leaving her alone.
With her hands folded across her chest, I watched her watch the car drive away and shook my head in frustration. Why she was still with that selfish prick, six months later, was beyond me. He wasn’t even remotely good to her, and he damn sure wasn’t loyal, either. I had it on good authority that there had been least two occasions during the summer where he’d messed around behind her back. In fact, Podge had seen him with his own two eyes mauling the face off some young one from the convent secondary school.
If Molloy didn’t know, she was stupid.
If shedidknow, and still stayed with him regardless, then she was pathetic.
“Are ya listening to me, boy?” my father barked, dragging my attention away from the blonde and back to him.
“I’m listening,” I bit out, having no clue what he’d just said, as I reluctantly met his gaze head on.
I hated looking at him. Idespisedhis eyes. He had cold, dead eyes that felt nothing and only came to life when he was inflicting harm on someone.
“Grab your shit,” he ordered. “You can shower at home. We can finish this conversation in the car.”
So you can get me alone?
Yeah, fucking right.
Climbing into the car with my father when he was in a mood like this would be the equivalent of following a stranger into the back of their van on the promise of sweets. I knew exactly how he finished conversations and Ialwayscame out worse off. I sure as hell wasn’t going to offer myself up like a sacrificial lamb by climbing into his car, with nobody around to stop him.
He could keep his spin home.
