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“Dad—”
“Don’t speak to me.” Dad whips his head around and glares at me. “Get your clothes, now.”
How many things can you do to keep the peace?
How many times is it the right thing when it feels wrong?
And what about me?
What about what I want?
With sadness in my soul I glance at Luc and grab my clothes from the floor.
I thought Dad would leave me while I dressed, but he doesn’t. As soon as my clothes are in my hands he ushers me out the door, leaving Luc.
He marches me down the stairs and it’s only when we reach the hallway that he releases my arm.
“Get dressed in there.” He points to the living room.
I walk in and quickly pull on my clothes, leaving the sheet on the sofa.
When I walk back out Luc is standing at the top of the stairs, watching us.
He said he loved me.
I love you, too Luc. And I’m so sorry.
“Let’s go.”
We leave and I know that this nightmare has only just begun.
The fact that we drive home in silence is a heads-up of the war that’s brewing in my father’s mind.
We don’t live that far from the manor so we’re back within fifteen minutes. But it’s the longest fifteen minutes of my life.
Dad gets out of the car first after parking in the garage and slams the door, then he stomps away.
I follow him because I need to know what he’s thinking. And what he plans to do to me. I can’t allow him to make rushed decisions then wake up tomorrow only to find out he’s doing something outlandish like booking me into a mental institution.
We reach the living room and I decide I can’t take it anymore. I have to say something.
“Dad. We need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.” He doesn’t look at me.
I rush to his side and grab his arm. He wrenches away from me.
“We have to talk. I need to know what you’re going to do.”
“Oh wow, suddenly you’re worried about the bigger picture? It was there all along. But here’s a snapshot of what I think I should do.” He straightens with that menacing look that makes me feel so small I could fade out of existence. “Clearly you’re still sick if you can make such poor choices in men. You can’t take care of yourself so I need to file for full power of attorney. Also there’s no way in hell you’re getting that inheritance any time soon.”
I pull in a sharp breath and shake my head at him. “You can’t do that to me.”
“Watch me, Autumn.” His nostrils flare and his eyes grow wider. “You knew how much I despised that boy, yet you thought you should disrespect me by hooking up with him. How dare you?”
“You have no right to tell me who I can be with.”
“I have a right when I think you can do better.”
