Mr. Masters (Mr. 1) - Page 93
“How dare I what?” His angry eyes flicker between the road and me.
“How dare you blame Willow for that horrible piece of work.” I shake my head. “You need to apologize to her this very minute.”
“I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“Unfucking believable. You have the emotional intelligence of a fish. It’s blat
antly obvious that those girls were and have been picking on your daughter for a while, but you’re far too busy chatting up their mothers to fucking notice.”
“What?” he cries with incredulity.
“You heard me,” I shout back
“Do not raise your voice at me, and do not curse in front of my children.”
“Your children are not robots. Raised voices are perfectly normal everyday occurrences in families. Stop being so damn safe all the time.”
“I would rather be safe than a complete lunatic.”
I narrow my eyes. “Listen, you big baboon, I’m not afraid of your little high society sluts, and will not tolerate them bullying Willow under any circumstance. I don’t care how much money they have.”
He glares at me.
“And I am not about to buy their fucking coffee! How dare you not pull her into line about that? Do I look like a servant?”
He clenches his jaw as he drives. “Unlike you, I don’t like causing a scene.”
“Because you’re a wimp!” I yell. “Too scared of what everyone will think to defend your own daughter or your nanny.”
He glares at the road and grips the steering wheel with white-knuckle force.
The whole sky feels like it’s a shade of red. I can’t remember ever being this angry.
Fifteen silent minutes later, we arrive home.
I get out of the car. “Go and get changed, kids. We’re going out,” I announce.
The kids waste no time and quickly take off in the direction of the house.
Mr. Masters gets out of the car and slams the door. “I hope you’re happy with the dramatics you have caused.” He brushes past me.
“Do you know what that bully said?” I call. “I heard her. I heard her say it with my own ears.”
He turns to face me.
My eyes fill with tears at the sheer memory of it. Poor Willow. “She said that Willow’s mum probably killed herself just to get away from her. Do you have any idea what it would be like to hear that being said to you?”
He scowls, clearly torn between disbelief and hurt.
“You’re her father, for fuck’s sake.”
His face falls.
“You were going to ground her without a second thought,” I whisper in disgust.
His haunted eyes hold mine as he processes what has happened.
“They are picking on her, and you didn’t even bother to ask for her side of the story. You just believed them without question. What kind of a father does that to his daughter?”
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