correctly.
"Yes it is, well one of them, but that's
something we'll talk about later. Are you going to be okay to go to school
today, you're sure? I could always call and have them postpone your
testing."
"No, I want to go, do you think...do you think
he'll come for me?" If he wants to fucking die
sure. Her breathing got choppy with fear and tore at my gut.
"No sweetheart, he's not gonna come for
you." I held her until her breathing quieted again, every tremble like a
spike in my heart. How many years and how many horrors had she faced at the
hands of the one who was supposed to protect? It made me sick to my stomach to
think on it. She was such a fragile little thing, so soft, so...female. It was
hard to imagine someone hurting her intentionally, it made me want to wrap her up in silk and tuck her away somewhere
safe.
I wish I could erase every memory of every nightmare
she had faced in her own personal hell. From what I had learned in the report I
could only imagine what he had done and said to her all her life. One thing was
for sure, the man was a sick bastard, and I will do everything in my power to
keep her away from him. She'd understand one day if she doesn't now.
In the end I waited until she was in school, I dropped
her off there myself and gave her one of my phones so she could call if she
needed me. Barring that I would be back at one to pick her up.
I sped the rest of the way to her father's house, my
anger once again at the forefront. Over breakfast, which she had insisted on
making though I usually had just coffee in the mornings, she’d told me some of
what had happened the night before.
He’d come into her room unannounced, a practice he
seemed in the habit of doing on occasion. And when she'd tried to hide her new
things he had gone into a rage, screaming profanities at her, along with
calling her a whore, my whore.
I’d kept my peace while I listened but all the while I
was imagining which bones I was going to break in his pathetic body.
I jumped out of my car in his driveway. I'm not a
violent man by design but I have been known to lose my temper and have been
told it's not a pretty sight.
Well Clifton Sanders was in for a treat because I
don't think I've ever been this pissed in my fucking life.
It was still early in the morning and the few houses
on the dead end street were quiet. I know that there were mostly retirees in
this neighborhood and that will work in my favor.
I didn't stop to think, just kicked the door in and
went right in. He wasn't upstairs but laid out on the couch in the living room.
The noise from the door breaking must've woken him because he fumbled around
trying to reach his gun on the side table.
"No you don't you son of a bitch."
I reached him in three strides and pulled him up by
his neck. I nut punched him while glaring into his eyes and he dropped.
"I could've killed you for what you had planned
for her that alone was your death sentence. I was willing to let it go for her
sake but this just nailed your coffin shut.” I kicked him once for good measure
it was no fun beating the shit out of a sniveling dog that was just rolling
around on the floor nursing his balls. Weak fuck, he only knew how to prey on a
defenseless girl in his care. Someone who’d looked to him for everything, and
whom he gave nothing. “Now go upstairs and get me all her pertinent paperwork,
birth certificate, social security, medical records, everything. I want it in
five minutes or I'm breaking a bone in your fucking body for every minute of my
time you waste.
"I don't have to give you anything Thorpe, you
have no rights she's my daughter. I'll have you brought up on charges. What
would your high class friends think of a pedophile?"
"In case you forgot you fuck, in this state the
law says I can marry Ashley at sixteen, she's almost eighteen. Your threats
don't mean shit to me and I could give a flying fuck what my peers think, now
get me what I asked for, times a wasting." I walked
"Yes it is, well one of them, but that's
something we'll talk about later. Are you going to be okay to go to school
today, you're sure? I could always call and have them postpone your
testing."
"No, I want to go, do you think...do you think
he'll come for me?" If he wants to fucking die
sure. Her breathing got choppy with fear and tore at my gut.
"No sweetheart, he's not gonna come for
you." I held her until her breathing quieted again, every tremble like a
spike in my heart. How many years and how many horrors had she faced at the
hands of the one who was supposed to protect? It made me sick to my stomach to
think on it. She was such a fragile little thing, so soft, so...female. It was
hard to imagine someone hurting her intentionally, it made me want to wrap her up in silk and tuck her away somewhere
safe.
I wish I could erase every memory of every nightmare
she had faced in her own personal hell. From what I had learned in the report I
could only imagine what he had done and said to her all her life. One thing was
for sure, the man was a sick bastard, and I will do everything in my power to
keep her away from him. She'd understand one day if she doesn't now.
In the end I waited until she was in school, I dropped
her off there myself and gave her one of my phones so she could call if she
needed me. Barring that I would be back at one to pick her up.
I sped the rest of the way to her father's house, my
anger once again at the forefront. Over breakfast, which she had insisted on
making though I usually had just coffee in the mornings, she’d told me some of
what had happened the night before.
He’d come into her room unannounced, a practice he
seemed in the habit of doing on occasion. And when she'd tried to hide her new
things he had gone into a rage, screaming profanities at her, along with
calling her a whore, my whore.
I’d kept my peace while I listened but all the while I
was imagining which bones I was going to break in his pathetic body.
I jumped out of my car in his driveway. I'm not a
violent man by design but I have been known to lose my temper and have been
told it's not a pretty sight.
Well Clifton Sanders was in for a treat because I
don't think I've ever been this pissed in my fucking life.
It was still early in the morning and the few houses
on the dead end street were quiet. I know that there were mostly retirees in
this neighborhood and that will work in my favor.
I didn't stop to think, just kicked the door in and
went right in. He wasn't upstairs but laid out on the couch in the living room.
The noise from the door breaking must've woken him because he fumbled around
trying to reach his gun on the side table.
"No you don't you son of a bitch."
I reached him in three strides and pulled him up by
his neck. I nut punched him while glaring into his eyes and he dropped.
"I could've killed you for what you had planned
for her that alone was your death sentence. I was willing to let it go for her
sake but this just nailed your coffin shut.” I kicked him once for good measure
it was no fun beating the shit out of a sniveling dog that was just rolling
around on the floor nursing his balls. Weak fuck, he only knew how to prey on a
defenseless girl in his care. Someone who’d looked to him for everything, and
whom he gave nothing. “Now go upstairs and get me all her pertinent paperwork,
birth certificate, social security, medical records, everything. I want it in
five minutes or I'm breaking a bone in your fucking body for every minute of my
time you waste.
"I don't have to give you anything Thorpe, you
have no rights she's my daughter. I'll have you brought up on charges. What
would your high class friends think of a pedophile?"
"In case you forgot you fuck, in this state the
law says I can marry Ashley at sixteen, she's almost eighteen. Your threats
don't mean shit to me and I could give a flying fuck what my peers think, now
get me what I asked for, times a wasting." I walked
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