Page 89 of Bad Kind of Love

Her fingers drop from body and all the color drains from her face as she stares at his shadowy figure in horror. Fixing my pants, I take a step away from Becca, and hear a sharp intake of breath.

“Dad?” His voice shook with rage as Becca began to frantically run her fingers through her hair.

With my head down I couldn’t look him in the eyes. I could feel his pain and rage through his hard stare and feel the hatred he had for me worsening.

“Wes, it’s not..” Becca announced through tears as she tried to step towards him, but he immediately cut her off.

“What the fuck is going on here?” He shouts desperately as his eyes move back and forth between the both of us.

Lifting my head, I finally meet his wild eyes.

“I can explain…” She cries, but he’s too far gone to give her any sympathy. With clenched fists and chest heaving, he looks murderous.

I could only imagine what he must be thinking right now. His thoughts turn savage as he gapes at the both of us in unadulterated horror.

“How the fuck can you explain this?” He motions between the both of us, and my eyes find Becca’s.

Guilt seeps through her sorrowful stare, searching for answers on what to do.

But I was just as lost as her.

The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Wes, but that seemed to be the only thing I was good at.

“Are you sleeping with him?” Shaking with anger, he turns towards Becca. “Are you fucking my dad!?” He shouts, causing her to flinch and I quickly interfere.

“Enough.” I growl as I step in front of Becca, which seems to set Wes off even more.

“What are you doing here, Wes?” Becca spoke softly as she brushed her fingers against my arm, pushing me aside.

Wes watched the movement, his eyes bloodthirsty as they landed on Becca’s fingers.

“What am I doing here?” He scoffs in disbelief, running a hand through his messy hair. “What is he doing here?” He roars, never taking his eyes off Becca as her legs begin to wobble.

Steadying her with my hand, Wes charged forward but Becca quickly stepped forward thrusting both palms out.

“Don’t do this, Wes.” She begged though her cries. “Please.”

He stops inches away from her but his intent on starting a fight with me was still swirling around in his head.

And hell, I couldn’t blame him.

His glaring eyes never wavered from mine, but Becca’s strong pull on him had his eyes dropping to hers.

“Are you sleeping with him?” He repeats but this time his voice is calm. His heavy eyes search through hers, demanding them for answers but her mouth quivers, giving away our dark secret.

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