“There he is. The little boy who thinks he’s a big man. Want to come and play with the grown-ups do we? You’re nothing but a pathetic little worm.” He steps toward me and it takes every ounce of strength I have to stay in place, even if my hands do shake a little. “You think you can go up against me and win? Because you dealt with a pathetic fuck last night? You, boy, are about to learn a fucking lesson.”
He unbuckles his belt and steps toward me again, but still I hold my position. I’ve cowered from him my entire fucking life. I am sick of it.
My dad pauses, and for a second, I think it’s because of me. But his gaze goes over my shoulder and his eyes widen quickly as he smiles. “Now, that is how you deal with a problem.”
I turn and find Finley standing behind me with a gun leveled at my dad’s head.
I don’t say a word. There’s no point. Instead I move to stand shoulder to shoulder with Finn who walks backwards as we leave the house, never lowering the gun. I don’t want to leave my mom behind, but I’ve tried to get her to leave him before. There’s no use. She’s as bad as he is, and I think that she feeds on the pain he puts her through. Hopefully he got his anger out on me, and she won’t suffer any more of his bullshit.
Once the front door is closed, we run down the drive and jump in his Aventador, which is parked on the street. “Thanks, man.”
He nods, no other words needing to pass between us. This isn’t the first time, and I doubt it’ll be the last.
Hopefully the rest of our day is less eventful.