Excerpt #3

“It is no orphanage. Dylan, we have to get her out.”

The weight of his conviction and terror hung heavy in the air and pressed down on me.

“Let’s go.” I turned to toss my dinner bag on the porch.

Suddenly the front door swung open and my dad’s glazed, and blood shot eyes glowered down at me. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

I felt Marco stiffen at my side. “Your dad?”

I nodded. “Yup, my dad.”

I sighed heavily. I did not have time for him to kick my butt tonight.

“Can we take him? I think we can take him.” Marco’s voice was tight as I saw his muscles coiling as his entire body tensed.

I shifted my gaze from Dad to look at Marco and glared at him like he was insane.

“Dude, he’s my dad.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but it looks to me like you’re the only one who cares about that. He sure as hell doesn’t.”

And as if right on cue, I felt my dad’s fist hit the side of my face closest to him. I stumbled back, off balance from the blow.

“I so don’t have time for this tonight,” I mumbled.

“Agreed.” Marco took a step toward my dad, and for the first time, Dad seemed to notice that there was another guy with me. His eyes widened with obvious fear.

I regained my footing and raced toward them before I threw myself into Dad. My body weight and the fact that he was drunk caused him to lose his balance and both of us fell to the ground. I pushed away from him quickly and got to my feet. Standing over him, but well out of his reach, I waited to see if he was going to get up.

He mumbled and flailed in a drunken rage.

When it was obvious he was too drunk to recover, much less do any more damage, I glanced at Marco. “Are you ready?”

He grinned. “I’m somewhat impressed. Maybe Bonnie didn’t do such a bad job.”

“Shut up and come on.”

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