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Dad. I’m so worried about Dad. I try and be cheerful around him. We both pretend that everything is okay. I think inside, he’s breaking like I am. He got a job. Not his fancy office job, but in a post office. I’m going to study hard. School starts in two days. I will help my parents.
Them? They can all eat shit andDIE!!!
11th January 2019 —
It’s weird talking to my dad in the graveyard. Every day after school I go and sit with him. I don't think it was a heart attack. I think it was broken. Because of me. I didn't think anything could hurt me again. But I was wrong. Very fucking wrong.
How was this fair? How did they get to walk away? The bitch had her husband and her cunt of a son. She probably rolled around in a pile of money every night. I hoped she got paper cuts in her fanny.
12th January 2019 —
I sat on the wet grass beside Dad today and everything made sense. All this anger inside of me, I needed to refocus it on one single goal. To destroy the people who destroyed me and my family. I needed to get back to London. To watch them. Once sixth form was finished I’d go to any Uni in London. Any Uni except the one Luke attended.
I don't know how I’ll convince mum but I have to make it believable. She won't say no if she sees how adamant I am. I’ve learnt my lesson and I need to put it behind me.
My dad wasn't here anymore but I’d get revenge. Not only for me but for my Dad. They would know what it feels like to lose everything. I swore on Dad’s grave today. I’m never stopping. Not until I see them suffer. Not until I see the glee die in their eyes. Not until they see I’m not the weak girl I used to be.
His dad was the key. Without him they had nothing. Leona was a broke ass bitch before she put her stinking pussy out. Doesn't say much for the dad’s taste in women.
I didn’t flick through any more pages. She’d written almost daily at the beginning. At some point, I’d need to force myself to read it all. But today was not that day. I opened up the folded sheet, staring at the report of scarring and Rohypnol in her system. I swallowed before scrambling to the bathroom, throwing up violently at the thought of my blood being capable of raping a fifteen-year-old girl.
Luke would’ve been seventeen at the time. I was knee-deep in expansion talks. Another office. More staff. More pressure. Too busy chasing success to realise what was happening under my own roof.
I sat on the bathroom floor in a daze.
Iris. My bright and beautiful Iris. The thought of her losing her innocence in such a vile manner made my stomach lurch again.
My eyes burned as I blinked, staring at the sterile white tiles of the bathroom floor. I rubbed them when another thought hit me—she’d told me she only had one experience before me. I turned into the toilet bowl and dry-heaved until my stomach hurt.
The fury came later.
Chapter 26
Iris
I waved at Marcie as I walked toward the glass door, pausing when I saw Daddy standing there waiting for me. He usually stayed in the car. I smiled as he began walking toward me. The man did not give a single fuck when he grabbed me and slapped his lips over mine. He must’ve missed our lunchtime delight as much as I had.
When he let me breathe again, I held onto his arm until I regained my composure.
“Okay then. So we’re doing this at work now,” I said lightly, my eyes darting around to see if anyone had seen us.
Marcie’s smug smile said I was fucked.
“Of course we are. People should know what a lucky bastard I am. Plus, I get to rub you in people’s faces. The old man and his sexy young fiancée,” he said, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb over my ring.
“You’re not an old man,” I snorted, laughing.“I can barely keep up with you.”
“I have fucked you into a coma a few times,” he agreed as he guided me outside.
Nick was standing beside the car—tall, smiling, and opening the door for us. There was something weird about both of them today. Nick wasn’t usually smiley, and Daddy didn’t kiss me at work or in public.
I didn’t think about it for long. Daddy had me on his lap with my feet on the leather seats.
He said nothing at the start of our journey, just holding me, my head pushed against his chest.
“Daddy’s always going to be here for you, sweetheart,” he murmured before his hand settled on my stomach.“Did you feel sick today?”
“No, I was fine. I bought some crackers,” I said, placing my hand over his heart.
