and see Lula leaning against the doorframe. “No, you fuckin’ told her because for some fucked up reason, you can’t stand the fact that your daughter is a better person than you. You just couldn’t handle the fact that she was happy, so you had to ruin it.”
“No, you ruined it,” she says, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
Without thinking, I stride across the room and grab her around the throat, pushing back until she hits the wall. “I may have fucked up, but you enjoyed shoving it in her face.”
Not realizing the danger she’s in, she continues to talk. “Not as much as you enjoyed shoving your dick down Leah’s throat.”
My hand tightens around her throat before I finally release her. I have to get out of here, or I’m gonna strangle this bitch. “You are a piece of shit.”
She lets out a hoarse laugh as I walk down the hallway. Her words follow me out of the house. “You’re no better than me. I’ve treated the girl like shit her entire life, but I never hurt her the way you did.”
The truth of her words sends bile shooting up my throat. Daisy is the only woman that I’ve ever loved, and I broke her heart. That’s something her whore mom could never do.
As soon as I step back outside, I see that Wayne and Holt are still standing in the same spots as I left them in the driveway. There’s no damn way I’m getting out of here without getting my ass kicked. Maybe the pain of the beating will take away some of the pain I feel inside.
I’m just about to step off the porch when a hand wraps around my arm. I look back and see Mary with unshed tears in her eyes. “I only saw you two together a few times, but I thought you were the perfect man for my Daisy. I can’t believe that I was so wrong about you,” she says before stepping away and shutting the door in my face.
Damn, that fuckin’ hurt. No matter what Wayne and Holt do, nothing will inflict more pain than Mary’s words.
I take a step off the porch, and Wayne walks toward me. “I told you, and Holt told you, but you didn’t listen. You broke Daisy’s heart, so now you know what that means, boy.”
I nod in understanding. I know what I did, and I know that I deserve to hurt for it, so I don’t defend myself. I stand and take the punishment, each hit reminding me of what a fuckup I am. My father’s words ring loud and clear in my ears as the world fades around the edges. He was right. I am worthless.
My last thought before the world turns to black is: Goodbye, Daisy.
Part Two
Here we go again!
Chapter Eight
DAISY
“Damn, it’s good to be home,” Dad says as he lies down on the couch.
We’ve just gotten back to Big Clifty after nearly three years of being away. When I decided to go with him to Atlanta, I never thought it would take so long for him to get better. He was only in the hospital for four months before being admitted to a clinic for physical rehabilitation near where his mom lives. After getting out of there, we moved in with her right outside of Atlanta.
The first few weeks were pretty rough. Dad could barely take a few steps at a time and had started to get depressed over the amount of physical therapy that was laid out before him. Eventually, he found his way past the pain and refused to come home until he could walk on his own again. I agreed to stay with him because, honestly, there was no way I could leave him for Granny Jean to take care of on her own. He’s a lot to handle when he’s drunk, but he’s even worse when he’s sober.
When he was finally able to walk again, he still wasn’t ready to come back. It was pure pride that kept him away. His reasoning behind this was because he couldn’t let his brothers see him until he was one-hundred percent sure he could ride again. It didn’t take him long to climb back on his bike, but the pain kept him from actually riding. He’s spent the last year just learning how to bear it for
“No, you ruined it,” she says, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
Without thinking, I stride across the room and grab her around the throat, pushing back until she hits the wall. “I may have fucked up, but you enjoyed shoving it in her face.”
Not realizing the danger she’s in, she continues to talk. “Not as much as you enjoyed shoving your dick down Leah’s throat.”
My hand tightens around her throat before I finally release her. I have to get out of here, or I’m gonna strangle this bitch. “You are a piece of shit.”
She lets out a hoarse laugh as I walk down the hallway. Her words follow me out of the house. “You’re no better than me. I’ve treated the girl like shit her entire life, but I never hurt her the way you did.”
The truth of her words sends bile shooting up my throat. Daisy is the only woman that I’ve ever loved, and I broke her heart. That’s something her whore mom could never do.
As soon as I step back outside, I see that Wayne and Holt are still standing in the same spots as I left them in the driveway. There’s no damn way I’m getting out of here without getting my ass kicked. Maybe the pain of the beating will take away some of the pain I feel inside.
I’m just about to step off the porch when a hand wraps around my arm. I look back and see Mary with unshed tears in her eyes. “I only saw you two together a few times, but I thought you were the perfect man for my Daisy. I can’t believe that I was so wrong about you,” she says before stepping away and shutting the door in my face.
Damn, that fuckin’ hurt. No matter what Wayne and Holt do, nothing will inflict more pain than Mary’s words.
I take a step off the porch, and Wayne walks toward me. “I told you, and Holt told you, but you didn’t listen. You broke Daisy’s heart, so now you know what that means, boy.”
I nod in understanding. I know what I did, and I know that I deserve to hurt for it, so I don’t defend myself. I stand and take the punishment, each hit reminding me of what a fuckup I am. My father’s words ring loud and clear in my ears as the world fades around the edges. He was right. I am worthless.
My last thought before the world turns to black is: Goodbye, Daisy.
Part Two
Here we go again!
Chapter Eight
DAISY
“Damn, it’s good to be home,” Dad says as he lies down on the couch.
We’ve just gotten back to Big Clifty after nearly three years of being away. When I decided to go with him to Atlanta, I never thought it would take so long for him to get better. He was only in the hospital for four months before being admitted to a clinic for physical rehabilitation near where his mom lives. After getting out of there, we moved in with her right outside of Atlanta.
The first few weeks were pretty rough. Dad could barely take a few steps at a time and had started to get depressed over the amount of physical therapy that was laid out before him. Eventually, he found his way past the pain and refused to come home until he could walk on his own again. I agreed to stay with him because, honestly, there was no way I could leave him for Granny Jean to take care of on her own. He’s a lot to handle when he’s drunk, but he’s even worse when he’s sober.
When he was finally able to walk again, he still wasn’t ready to come back. It was pure pride that kept him away. His reasoning behind this was because he couldn’t let his brothers see him until he was one-hundred percent sure he could ride again. It didn’t take him long to climb back on his bike, but the pain kept him from actually riding. He’s spent the last year just learning how to bear it for
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