27
Eric
As I hold Summer and watch her break I can’t remember the last time I felt this type of wrath coursing through my veins.
I don’t need to guess her father must have blamed her for her sister’s death. That’s the only thing that could break her down in such a way.
Whatever he said cracked the mask she’d previously been wearing and extinguished the little strength that kept her hanging on.
She wasn’t even with him for ten minutes but he’d managed to wipe out that fight I saw in her when we first met. It’s not there anymore.
What I want to do is march inside her father’s house and give him a fucking piece of my mind. I’m only not doing it because she needs me right now.
So, I help her get back in the car and I drive.
She cries all the way home and doesn’t stop when we get in. I take her to my room and that’s where she succumbs to her grief.
I watch her body wrack with sobs as she cries from her soul, and I can see the true grief of losing her sister has taken her. It’s not just seeing her father that’s done this to her.
What I’m seeing here is everything rolled into one and I don’t know what to do to help her. The only thing I can think of is sitting next to her.
When she reaches for my hand I hold hers and watch her cry herself to sleep.
It’s only when her hands loosen around mine that I leave the room and head downstairs where Lyssa anxiously waits.
“What happened?” she asks.
“She just saw her father.”
“God.” Lyssa gives me an understanding look. “I’ll watch over her if you have to go to work.”
Work.
I was going to go to Markov Tech but I think I should stay here. I can work from home for the rest of the day.
“I’m going to stay here, but I’ll be in my office. Maybe just listen out in case she needs anything.”
“Of course.” She nods.
I make my way to my office with a plan in mind, but I have one thing to do before I do anything else.
I need to speak to John.
He’s lucky he’s old and sick or I’d go back to his place and knock his teeth down his throat.
I pull out my phone and see two missed calls from him. Good. Let him fucking wait and stew.
He has me to deal with now.
I call him back and he answers on the first ring.
“Eric, I’ve been trying to call you.”
“You motherfucking bastard, what the fuck did you say to her?” I balk.
“I need to talk to her.”
“You fucking answer me,” I demand.