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Her face crumpled,sadness flashing before she masked it. "Mum, I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" "No, it's okay." She wiped the tears sliding down her cheeks. "You're right anyway. It's been ten years since your dad left us. Guess it's high time I move on." I crossed the room, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "I love you, Mum." Then I left, the weight of her quiet sob following me out. Getting to school early had never been my thing. That changed the moment Professor Marcellus took over our elective, Desire and the Body: Reproduction, Sexuality, and Power in Literature.

When I start middle school, Dad quits his job to become my full-time study coach. He devotes every ounce of energy to monitoring my academics and refuses to let a single distraction near me. My best friend in middle school has average grades, so Dad goes straight to his parents for a talk. "My son is going to a top school. Don't let your kid's low IQ rub off on him." I lose my closest friend after that, and the rest of my classmates start keeping their distance too. In high school, the class rep asks me a math question one day, and Dad sees it happen. Without a word, he slaps her across the face. "Already flirting with boys at your age? I'll have the principal expel you! "Just asking a

Several students who had come to submit documents at the door couldn't help but steal glances in my direction. One of them took a look at the withdrawal application in my hand and my faded, worn-out school uniform and softly remarked, "They're both children, yet their lives couldn't be more different. Mr. Smith has such a stellar reputation; he donates to the school and attends the parent-teacher conferences in person… Surely he wouldn't mistreat his own biological daughter behind closed doors." I lifted my head and glanced at that person. "Whether he mistreats her or not isn't proven by what he says. It's proven by what he has done over the last five years."

Two scrawny men were in the room, buckling their belts, heading for the door. One of them laughed, savoring something. "That one had some fight in her. Wonder where Ryan found her." The other one grinned. "Feisty ones are the best. That was thrilling." Dad's vision went red. He swung his fist into the man's face, full force. "How dare you touch her?" The man went down hard, blood pouring from his nose, out cold. The second one grabbed a steel pipe from the wall and brought it down toward Dad's head. Dad turned in time and took it on the shoulder. He grunted, then snarled, grabbed the pipe, and swung it back without stopping.

Saw us in the garden, tiny fingers in mine. He'd be the tough-love dad doing math problems with the kid at the table. I'd handle the rest, every scraped knee and bedtime story. We fought over how to raise them—me, all about ambition; him, just wanting happy and healthy. Our first real fight was over that. Loud. Messy. Real. Now? Watching him lose it, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched— I felt nothing. Just sick. "You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?"

“No, mum. I'm not talking about Dad - Alpha Darwin. I'm talking about my real Dad, my biological father. The asshole who abandoned us.” .... ... .... Yipee! ~I saw your sparkling gems @Age Orumaa @Rubyt @Matt Knight. This chapter is a result of every one of you, both the readers giving gems, the readers reading, the readers who left reviews, and the readers who love my book. Y’all encouraged me! Even @Mail App, you are the first to vote, thank you. Thank you, everyone~ Mwah!

“I insist, you wouldn’t want to refuse an old woman, would you?” Charles gave her a demure smile before taking the empty seat next to her. It was a good thing to see that dad was just as uncomfortable as I was. He was big on professional relationships, the only time he broke that rule was for Jake, they in business together as well as friends but everyone else was firmly on one side.

“He was like:; hey yo that's soft mehn, so Adam was the guy that got nailed on the cross and his dad was Abraham, he had a wife named eve and they birthed Rachel, soft soft!!!” My laughter couldn't be contained. I laughed my heart out that I needed to down a glass of water or else I was going to choke. “What??” I screamed. “Girl it was insane it sure wasn't funny at that point cause I felt so embarrassed, and then he went on to say his favourite bible chapter is the proverbs 31!” Truthfully I knew what the proverbs 31 meant, it talked about how the elegant woman, mother, wife and entrepreneur. My Christian faith and journey just died when I had to move from Dallas to Chicago and I was starti

Who had been developing a notation system for emotional significance since he was old enough to hold a pencil. Who had looked at a stranger across a charity event atrium and walked toward him because he had never learned to be afraid. And now had a father who calculated chapter paces from chapter twelve. Seven chapters of lead time. That's adequate. The weight of it had arrived. I sat on the edge of the bath and let it arrive. Not sad. Not the grief kind of crying. The other kind. The kind that came when something that had been impossible became true. When the thing you had protected for five years with everything you had was standing in a living room having its chapter pace calculated by it

Accepting things that the man I had grown up watching would never have accepted quietly. This was not the man who had raised me. My father had been bold, and direct. The kind of person who addressed problems head-on and set things straight immediately. Why wasn't he standing up to Kythan? "Don't," he said quietly, reading my face. "Don't do anything that will make things worse." "I'm not going to do anything," I said, which was technically true at this exact moment. He looked at me with the eyes of a man who knew his daughter very well and clearly did not fully believe that.