Page 96 of Bad Kind of Love

How did my dad know Jack's name?

My eyes found him immediately, and like a tornado, they were swirling with emotions. His face was stoic like a statue, unmoving but still aware of what was happening. My eyes begged him for answers, but instead he remained silent.

“Cool it?!” My dad shouts. “Do you even see what's going on in front of us?” He extends his arm out, motioning towards us.

“Yes, of course I see it!” She continues to keep her hand placed over his chest while gazing over her shoulder at Jack and me. “Becca, who is that?” She frantically asks.

Fuck.

My breathing became erratic, forcing my chest to rise up and down rapidly. We were caught. Our secret relationship was not only discovered by Wes but also by my fucking family.

As my dad appeared ready to attack at any moment, I slowly placed my hand in Jack’s causing both my dad and aunt Claire's faces to grimace.

“Tell me it isn’t true.” My dad snaps, turning a bright shade of red as he glowers at Jack. “Tell me you’re not with him…”

My hand tightens around Jack’s, and I lift my chin.

“I love him.” I respond in a half whisper but everything in the room seems to shift. The tension rises, causing a wave of discomfort that chills me to the bone.

“Becca, I…” Jack begins to say beside me but my dad quickly interrupts, raising his voice to an intimidating volume.

“You bastard!” He pushes past aunt Claire like it’s nothing, charging toward Jack. “I thought we had a fucking deal!”

What the hell?

Before I could stop my dad, Jack releases my hand and pushes me off to the side and out of the way. In seconds, I watch in horror as my dad rears his fist back, and tries aiming for Jack’s face.

“Dad, No!” I screech loudly, but his fists never connected with his target. Jack swiftly grabbed my dad’s forearm, twisting it until his arm was pressed up against his back.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” My dad spits, as his face contorts in pain.

Soon, I feel my head begin to spin after just witnessing my dad lunge at Jack. My dad knew him, or thought he was someone he knew as he continued to shout at Jack to release him.

I feel sick, my stomach turns into knots but mostly I feel lost as I stare at them both in anger.

“What’s going on?” I feel my body shake, as I look between the both of them. “How do you two know each other?”

Jack’s face turns white with worry but he keeps his hold on my dad.

“Just tell me!” I shout impatiently as I begin to think the worst.

My dad grunts from the discomfort, and soon, Jack releases him. Standing tall, he rubs at his arm and tries to come towards me.

“Shall I tell her or will you?” Peering over at Jack, my dad shakes his head in disgust.

“That night six years ago, I stole from the wrong family.” He begins to tell me and my eyes immediately fly to Jack, whose head is dropped in defeat. “He was there. He swore to leave us alone as long as I disappeared.”

No.

I didn’t believe him.

Jack couldn’t have been there. He couldn’t have been one of those monsters who came into our house.

“You’re lying.” I spit. “Jack wasn’t one of those men!” I defend him, but the minute my eyes slice to him, I notice the change in him.

Panic.

“I think I’d remember the man who made me bleed all over the fucking floor.” He snarled while turning towards Jack. “Tell her.” He demands.

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