Page 216 of Seeds of Malice

"Tell me now, Avery," John demands.

My sister puts on her fake little act, and I want to smack her. She reveals, "A video was released throughout campus today?—"

"Throughout the entire college?" Ivy sobs in horror.

John holds her tighter. His cold, firm voice, asks, "A video of what?"

Avery shakes her head. "Mr. Ford, with all due respect, I don't think you want to know."

"I do."

"No, Mr. Ford, you really don't," Avery insists with sympathy in her voice.

"Dad, please just drop it," Ivy declares.

His phone dings. He doesn't pull it out of his pocket. It dings again.

"Maybe you should get that," Avery states.

My gut sinks further. I blurt out, "No, don't."

It's the wrong thing to say.

He gives me another look of death. He takes out his phone, and his thumb moves across the screen. The color in his face drains as Ivy sobs harder in his arms.

Her voice fills the air."I'm your dirty little whore. Fuck me harder."

He watches for several seconds longer, then turns it off. He slides his phone into his pocket and pushes Ivy behind him. He steps toward me.

"Dad, don't," Ivy cries out.

"It's okay, he deserves it," Avery urges.

"Dad!" Ivy screams.

I don't move, unsure how to flip the situation around.

John takes his fist and pounds it into my face.

Blood bursts everywhere. I fall to the ground, my face hitting the dirt.

"Dad!" Ivy screams again.

"You fucking piece of shit," he snarls.

Ivy rushes over to me and crouches down. She puts her hands over my cheeks, sobbing, "Dax!"

"You're super sexy, Avery."The muffled sound of the video continues.

My insides crumble.

More panic fills Ivy's expression.

She fucked my sister.

"Get off of me," I seethe.

"Dax, no!"

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