Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I think part of my problem was worrying if she’d been tempted. As much as I tell myself that she loves me, I wasn’t there when her dad told her that shit, and since she didn’t tell me anything, I still don’t know what the fuck she said…
I stood up and threw the glass of liquor I’d poured myself across the room, smashing it against the wall. Did she even have the first fucking clue what this shit has done to me? Does she not fucking know me?
If someone even looks at her I’m ready to commit mayhem. How the fuck could she not know that this shit would drive me over the edge? Or did she think that I’d never hear of it? And does that make this shit even worse? My thoughts were driving me insane. I can’t live with this shit.
Hunter
I walked back into the room and found her staring at the doorway. She’d heard the glass break and it had scared her I guess.
“Hunter, you need to calm down. Nothing happened, nothing was going to happen. This was just daddy’s idea.”
“I don’t give a fuck about him, don’t you understand? I want to know what the fuck you said when he threw that shit out there. I want you to look me in the fucking face and tell me what the fuck you were even thinking when you heard it.” I wanted to know everything. It was eating me up inside not knowing.
“Did you agree, did you tell him no? What the fuck did you say Deidre?”
“I didn’t tell him anything I just laughed it off. But I knew I wasn’t going to go through with it.”
“What if I wasn’t here, huh? What the fuck would you have done then? Would you have made your way down the aisle? Is that when you would’ve opened your fucking mouth?”
“I…you know how daddy is, you know…”
“You’re a grown fucking woman, don’t give me that shit. Did you even think about me? Did you for one fucking second think about me and what the fuck you were doing when you walked out of that room with your dad and some guy thinking you were going to marry him? You laughed it off? Fuck you.”
I turned to leave the room totally disgusted, but the sound that came out of her mouth stopped me in my tracks. It was a wail. One of those things you’d expect to hear at a funeral. Like someone had died.
She fought against the rope and called out to me, but this time, just this once, I ignored the pain in my heart at seeing her that distressed and left. I had tears in my eyes but I was feeling too mean for those shits to fall.
I slammed out of the cabin after grabbing my coat and another thermal. I know she heard the door because her wailing shit grew louder. Serve her ass right to think that I was going to leave her like that and go. But as mad as I am, I wouldn’t do that to her.
I headed out to the woodpile and chopped more wood that I didn’t need. I already had more than enough for the winter that was almost at an end. As I chopped, I started thinking.
Why the fuck did her daddy need to marry her off in two weeks? Why the rush? And then I remembered that there was one more thing left to do before it got too late.
I went back inside and grabbed her cellphone. I scrolled through her contacts and found her dad’s number. I sent him a short text supposedly from her, telling him that I needed a week to get my head straight to think about the wedding.
I want to shatter that particular dream in person, face to face and that’s the only reason I didn’t tell him it was off. Of course he texted back asking where she was, but I turned off the phone and barely restrained myself from tossing it into the fire.
I didn’t hear her any longer. She’d probably exhausted herself. Was it sick that her reaction to my leaving had helped soothe some of the raw edges in my gut that has been there since I first heard the rumors?
Or that I saw it as confirmation of her feelings for me? I never once doubted that she loved me. But she has to learn to handle shit better, especially when it comes to her dad.
But seeing as she can’t do that shit on her own, I’m going to take the reins from here. This is the last fucking time he or anyone else is going to put us through some shit like this.
My anger hadn’t abated much, but at least I wasn’t thinking about throttling her ass any longer. I guess I can understand her position somewhat, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to let her off the hook. Besides, I like the idea of forcefully breeding her.