Page 3 of Viper's Claim

“You’re too good for me,” he muttered and shook his head. “I’ve got somewhere I have to be.”

He turned his back to me.

“You could have just said the truth, Tyson,” I said to his back. “You don’t have somewhere to be. You just don’t want to be with me. It’s okay to just say how it is. Maybe you should learn that.” I watched his back tense and then it was me who turned my back on him and walked to where I parked my car.

I pulled out my ringing phone. Rolled my eyes when I saw my dad’s name across the screen and put it back in my bag. I tossed the potato cake in the bin. I should have paid for it. Because I couldn’t enjoy it knowing he had brought it.

My phone rang again.

Fuck sake.

Dad’s name again.

I sighed and paused at the side of my car.

I ignored hearing the motorcycle ride past.

I answered the phone.

Wondering how badly my dad had fucked up this time and how much it would cost me and if his dipstick of a wife’s sons would be involved.

* * *

I left them because of situations like this.

My parents got divorced at a young age. Neither really wanted me. But a long story short. I ended up with my dad. Who married a witch of a woman who had three boys.

Each was a demon.

They made my teenage years hell. Always making sexual references. Because we ‘weren’t related.’But then, Ashley did something that. . . scarred me for life. Causing me to leave for good, when I was able to.

I had paid the bail for my dad.

I remember this morning hating my boring life. But when I realized this was the alternative. I had made the right choice to leave them behind.

I arrived at his house.

“You have to come in.” He muttered.

“Why?”

“Because Kaylee thinks I was with you, not in a cell. The boys kept the lie running. I told her you needed some time with your old man.”

I laughed. “She didn’t believe that, did she?”

He looked at me with a black eye. “Just come inside.”

I crossed my arms.

“Please.” He added.

“Fine.” I unclipped my seatbelt and as if I was heading for my own slaughtering yard. I walked into the house. Something was wrong. I felt it right away.

Then when I stepped into the house. I swore I saw the devil himself.

“Reaper,” my dad gritted out. “Do you have a reason for being in my house?”

So this was The Reaper. The man my dad was always crossing.

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