Brandy
Before we left for Axel’s the next morning, my father asked to see me.
Nate walked me to his office and took up his stance stoically to the side of the door. I saw him reach into his pocket and pull out his phone. Was he going to record our conversation? That was dangerous for him to do, though perhaps it was best to let him do this: gather more evidence against my father.
The instant I was inside the door and had closed it, father was right there.
I hadn’t paid any attention when I entered because he was usually behind his desk.
His attack was swift and his open palm caught my cheek.
I was too stunned to do or say anything other than stand there, pressing my hand against my stinging cheek, stupefied. My gaze lifted up to meet his, tears forming in their depths.
“Oh for f**k
