Page 102 of Bad Kind of Love

All the air rushed out of my body, and the feeling of his hands on me dissipated into nothing. I was completely numb from head to toe, my steady breaths echoed in the room and I was brought back to that night.

Jack saved us.

Saved me.

“The deal was to leave the both of you alone and let you live your lives as long as your father never came back here.” He grunts as my eyes immediately fly to my dad’s. “But here we are.”

Why the hell would my dad risk coming here then?

My head drops and his hold on me tightens.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you.” He reassures. “Whatever’s going on between you and Jack is far more interesting than dealing with two dead bodies.”

I try pulling my shoulder out of his hand, but my strength is nothing compared to his.

“Now tell me, was it easy for him to get you in bed or…”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Fitzgerald!” My dad bellows but the sound of pistols smacking my dad’s face causes him to drop to his knees.

“Dad!” I scream trying to fight my way out of the chair, but I’m going nowhere. I kick, I claw, but his grip on me is too strong.

“Easy, angel.” He coo’s in my ear causing my stomach to churn. “My son might be fond of you, but I won’t hesitate to put a bullet through your temple.”

My body freezes, and his grip loosens into a gentle caress. “Now, Shane.” He announces to my dad who’s gripping his face as blood flows freely down his chin. “Tell your daughter why you're here.”

My dad lifts his chin, but no words are spoken.

“Tell her.” He growls, dragging a single digit down the collar of my neck and down towards the swell of my breasts. I felt the bile rise up in my throat as my begging eyes connected with my dad’s.

Groaning, he watches the movement and appears ready to rip his finger off.

“To get him away from you.” He shouts. “I came to get Jack away from you.”

“And what did you want me to do with him?” He presses as blood continues to gush from my dad’s face.

“Anything… anything to keep him away.”

He thought by coming to Jack’s father that he would somehow make him go away?

Was my father really that naive?

“You have nothing to do with him anyway!” My dad shouts.

“Our relationship has nothing to do with this!” He spits from behind me. “Stand up.” He growls, dragging me up from the chair. My hair gets caught in his grip and I yelp in pain.

“What about her?” He motions towards me as I’m being pulled toward my dad. “Your daughter isn’t so fucking innocent in this.”

“She’s still in high school!” He shouts bloody murder. “He fucking manipulated her.”

I whimper as I’m shoved toward my father. His arms immediately circle around me and I feel my skin get wet with his blood.

“Let them go.” A stern voice shouts from the doorway and all our heads turn to look.

Jack.

This time he didn’t look like the monster in my nightmares, he had been my savior this whole time.

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