Page 28 of Reaper's Claim

“You promised me you wouldn’t kill him!” I felt guilt build up inside me.

“I didn’t kill him.”

“Then who did?”

I knew he was playing with words, and I didn’t like it.

“No one did. He got a few punches, but he’s still breathing. The same can’t be said for Mark.” Dad grunted, getting up, looking his age.

“Kim, you’re not having that baby. Tomorrow, you’re going to the doctor. As for you, Abby,” he looked at me, “tomorrow, you’re telling me everything.”

We both nodded our heads.

“Then I’m calling your Aunty. Next week, you’re both going to live with her.”

I gasped, and Kim looked like she wanted to kick herself.

“Dad, you can’t send us away, it’s our last year! I can’t change schools now. If I do, it will affect my university choices!” I was outraged at the suggestion.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” Dad gave Kim a kiss on her forehead. “What you did tonight, Kim, I can’t have you speaking to me like that in front of my brothers, but we will deal with that in the morning.”

I was frozen and was still chewing over the idea of having to leave and move to god knows where when Dad kissed my forehead.

“I thought you knew, Abby, you could always come to me if you were in trouble.” He shook his head. “We’ll talk in the morning.”

He left, closing the door behind me, and suddenly my thoughts of killing Kim from earlier this evening seemed like a good idea.

“You really fucked things up for us.” I snapped at her. “I hope you’re happy.”

“Can’t you see, Abby?” Tears were falling down her face. “I’m fucking thrilled.”

She might be regretting it now, but she would be regretting it more when she woke up tomorrow and reality hit us both.

Dad didn’t want us here anymore, and it was all her fault.

Chapter 8

Abby

I wasn’t a big believer in second chances or forgetting about the past. I was a firm believer in learning from your mistakes. I don’t believe in second chances because if you got one shot, by my books, you got one shot too many.

My dad also shared this opinion, which led me to my new problem.

“Dad?” I knocked on his bedroom door. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I hoped, by now, he might be waking up, but by the lack of a response, I knew he wasn’t.

“You ok?”

I spun around, shocked to see Kade. He looked like his normal self: black tee shirt, leather vest over the top. He was the picture of what your parents warned you about.

I walked away from Dad’s door and towards Kade. “Yeah, I’m ok, but I don’t know about Dad.” I glanced back at his closed door. “He doesn’t usually sleep this much.”

“Might have something to do with the fact he isn’t here.”

My head snapped back at him. “What?”

“Your dad left early this morning. He wasn’t really in the mood to answer questions, so no one really asked him where he was going.”

I groaned. I knew where he was going, and I had hoped to see him before he left. “He would have gone to see my Aunty.”

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