Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 55

"No, no honey..." I heard him slapping her hand away. She must've tried touching him.

"Don't you honey me! Don't you dare, you cheating," He almost cried. "low, selfish bitch!" His voice was filled with rage and despair, like a wounded animal pushed into the corner. "Who is he?! Tell me, who is he?!"

Suddenly the woman cried out in pain. "John, please!" She begged him.

"Tell me!" He yelled again.

"That's enough!" I heard Lucas's voice interfering.

"Lucas..." The woman gratefully cried.

"You..." The man spat out in disgust. "You...but, you're...you're just a kid. Just some stupid kid!" His voice seemed a bit higher than before. "You fucked a kid?!" He almost laughed.

"John..." The woman tried calming him down.

"You fucked a kid..." He laughed hysterically. "How old is he?!" He started yelling again.

"Ow!" She cried out again.

"Huh?! Fifteen?! Sixteen?!"

"I said," Lucas let go of my hand. "that's enough!"

I opened my eyes to see what's happening and I saw Lucas standing between them, holding the man's hand, preventing it to strike her face.

"Do you wanna be taught a lesson, boy?" He spat at Lucas.

"Get away from him!" I yelled at the tall stranger. "Leave him alone." Lucas will not get hurt. Not today. Not any day.

The strange man slowly turned towards me, his eyes striking me with horror. He furrowed his brow, as if something was wrong. And something was wrong. Very, very wrong. I knew exactly who that man was. I knew the strangers eyes.

I took a deep breath, and even though my lips were shaking, asked with a quiet voice: "Dad?"

"Dad?" The woman repeated after me.

"Skye..." The strangers eyes became watery. "Oh Skye, my little girl..." He gasped for air. "How...how old are you now?"

"You're my father and you don't even know that?" I got angry.

"Of course, of course...six-, no seventeen, right?" He tried to smile.

I couldn't care less if he knew my age or not. "Don't touch him." I said angrily and grabbed Lucas's hand and pulled him next to me.

My boyfriend had a Idon'tknowwhattonameitbutitwasn'tanaffair with my father's wife, that would probably make her my...stepmother. My father came out of the blue, wanting to hit his wife, claiming his rights to parenting, insulting my mother...come to think of it...we really were better off without him.

"Are you okay?" Lucas suddenly burst my feeling-sorry-for-myself bubble.

"You had...with my stepmother." I said, pretending to float into outer-space.

"I didn't...I'm sorry."

"That's alright." I said.

"Skye, if you're not feeling fine..."

"Fine? I don't know the meaning of that word. Nothing is fine. Or ordinary. Or normal. I can't have a normal relationship, normal parents, normal anything! Everything has to be extreme! Extremely happy, extremely sad! Nothing, absolutely nothing is meeting me halfway."

Lucas tried to touch me, but I pushed him away. "Not now, please. I don't want to be touched, not now." The thought of his warm arms around me, his gentle hug, was unacceptable. If you wrap warmth around something cold it will melt. The bitter tears will come pouring out.

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After we got home I left Lucas in my room and went to take a bath. A nice, soothing bath. I opened the pipe and let the warm water pour into the bathtub. A small amount of my peach shampoo created the most magnificent bubbles, covering the hot water. I took of my heavy clothes and stepped into the bathtub, avoiding the mirror. I didn't want to look at myself. I couldn't stand myself. My rotten life.