the
edge."
"Gina - I'm not trying to play a game of
wits with him. I am sincerely appalled at my behavior and want him
to forgive me."
"And that is fine girlfriend, but first you
have to forgive him don't you? It seems to me as if that piece of
it has been eliminated from the mix. What you did last night did
not wipe that out. If you approach him like you are the only one
that needs forgiveness then you are setting yourself up for a life
of constantly feeling the need to make up for what you have done.
That won't work."
I thought about what Gina was saying. She
was right. We both needed to come clean with each other and come to
an understanding of how we could move forward; or if we could move
forward. My actions last night may have muddied the waters some but
it was apparent that the waters hadn't been crystal clear to begin
with for awhile.
"Gina, I love you. Thank you so much for
helping me put this into perspective."
"I love you too, Tylar. I just want you back
here. I miss my BFF."
"I miss you, too. Please kiss Reese for me?
I will let you know what happens."
We said our good-byes. I did feel better. I
finished getting ready. I brushed my teeth and hair. I decided I
was going to change my hair color back the first appointment I
could get.
I went back downstairs once dressed and
found Preston in the kitchen in her high chair. Edie was feeding
her lunch.
"Hey Tylar," she greeted me. "Do you want
something to eat?"
I grabbed an apple from the fridge and
started munching on it. It tasted so good.
"I'm good with this, thanks. Where's
Dad?"
"Oh," she replied a bit uncomfortably, "He
sent me to fetch Danny earlier. I think they are in your father's
study."
(Holy shit! I hoped to God this was about
one of the horses and not me.)
I crept back out through the dining room and
into the entry hall. I removed my boots so as not to make noise on
the wooden floor that led to the study. The door to the study was
shut but I could hear my father's voice.
"Here you go Mr. Duvall; you are paid
through the end of the month. Please have your personal items
cleared out by the end of the day."
I heard Danny's voice next.
"Judge Tylar, I don't understand all of
this. Are you not pleased with my performance?"
"Mr. Duvall, I had the opportunity this
morning of trying to teach my 17-month old granddaughter about
touching things that are fragile and easily broken. Unfortunately
the lesson was interrupted before I could establish my point with
her."
"I'm not following you Judge."
"You're not an infant Mr. Duvall. You should
already understand the risks of touching something fragile and
breakable. I can and did establish my point with you just now when
I terminated your employment."
(Holy shit! How had my father known any of
this?)
"Oh - I get it," Danny scoffed with an angry
edge to his voice. "This is about your precious daughter isn't it?
What'd she do Judge? Run to you with some crazy tale about me
date-raping her or something? Let me clue you in 'Your Honor,' she
was outside my door waiting for me last night. She wanted it!"
(That bastard! He was going to throw me
under the freaking bus with my own father.)
"Mr. Duvall, I'm not interested in hearing
the particulars. My daughter didn't say a word to me about you or
anyone else. That doesn't mean that I can't read her though. You
are trouble for her. I want you out of my home and off of my
property."
"Whatever you say Judge Tylar," he
sneered.
I could hear his boots walking across the
hardwood floor toward the door. I scooted back away from the
hallway into the living room where he couldn't see me.
The door opened abruptly but Danny hadn’t
left the study just yet.
"Just know this Judge Tylar. Your fragile
little daughter doesn't need you watching her every move. Perhaps
your over-protectiveness is what has turned her into a little
slut!"
(Oh sweet Jesus! I can't believe he said
that to my father!)
"You're dismissed Mr. Duvall. Please take
your leave immediately," my
edge."
"Gina - I'm not trying to play a game of
wits with him. I am sincerely appalled at my behavior and want him
to forgive me."
"And that is fine girlfriend, but first you
have to forgive him don't you? It seems to me as if that piece of
it has been eliminated from the mix. What you did last night did
not wipe that out. If you approach him like you are the only one
that needs forgiveness then you are setting yourself up for a life
of constantly feeling the need to make up for what you have done.
That won't work."
I thought about what Gina was saying. She
was right. We both needed to come clean with each other and come to
an understanding of how we could move forward; or if we could move
forward. My actions last night may have muddied the waters some but
it was apparent that the waters hadn't been crystal clear to begin
with for awhile.
"Gina, I love you. Thank you so much for
helping me put this into perspective."
"I love you too, Tylar. I just want you back
here. I miss my BFF."
"I miss you, too. Please kiss Reese for me?
I will let you know what happens."
We said our good-byes. I did feel better. I
finished getting ready. I brushed my teeth and hair. I decided I
was going to change my hair color back the first appointment I
could get.
I went back downstairs once dressed and
found Preston in the kitchen in her high chair. Edie was feeding
her lunch.
"Hey Tylar," she greeted me. "Do you want
something to eat?"
I grabbed an apple from the fridge and
started munching on it. It tasted so good.
"I'm good with this, thanks. Where's
Dad?"
"Oh," she replied a bit uncomfortably, "He
sent me to fetch Danny earlier. I think they are in your father's
study."
(Holy shit! I hoped to God this was about
one of the horses and not me.)
I crept back out through the dining room and
into the entry hall. I removed my boots so as not to make noise on
the wooden floor that led to the study. The door to the study was
shut but I could hear my father's voice.
"Here you go Mr. Duvall; you are paid
through the end of the month. Please have your personal items
cleared out by the end of the day."
I heard Danny's voice next.
"Judge Tylar, I don't understand all of
this. Are you not pleased with my performance?"
"Mr. Duvall, I had the opportunity this
morning of trying to teach my 17-month old granddaughter about
touching things that are fragile and easily broken. Unfortunately
the lesson was interrupted before I could establish my point with
her."
"I'm not following you Judge."
"You're not an infant Mr. Duvall. You should
already understand the risks of touching something fragile and
breakable. I can and did establish my point with you just now when
I terminated your employment."
(Holy shit! How had my father known any of
this?)
"Oh - I get it," Danny scoffed with an angry
edge to his voice. "This is about your precious daughter isn't it?
What'd she do Judge? Run to you with some crazy tale about me
date-raping her or something? Let me clue you in 'Your Honor,' she
was outside my door waiting for me last night. She wanted it!"
(That bastard! He was going to throw me
under the freaking bus with my own father.)
"Mr. Duvall, I'm not interested in hearing
the particulars. My daughter didn't say a word to me about you or
anyone else. That doesn't mean that I can't read her though. You
are trouble for her. I want you out of my home and off of my
property."
"Whatever you say Judge Tylar," he
sneered.
I could hear his boots walking across the
hardwood floor toward the door. I scooted back away from the
hallway into the living room where he couldn't see me.
The door opened abruptly but Danny hadn’t
left the study just yet.
"Just know this Judge Tylar. Your fragile
little daughter doesn't need you watching her every move. Perhaps
your over-protectiveness is what has turned her into a little
slut!"
(Oh sweet Jesus! I can't believe he said
that to my father!)
"You're dismissed Mr. Duvall. Please take
your leave immediately," my
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