Page 9 of Make Her Bleed
"This might sound weird but I just have the strangest feeling that something horrible is going to happen today."
A look of concern flashes across his face—as it should. I've never had this feeling before, and it scares me.
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Just something bad. It could be nothing but … be careful on the field today, okay?"
He rolls his eyes like the mention of him being careful is preposterous, but he still nods.
"If it makes you feel better, I'll be careful. In return, I hope you'll be careful around the guys. They tend to get out of hand."
I know he's referring to Blaine since I don't socialize with the other football players. If they talk to me in the hall, I'll engage in the conversation but that's more to not come off as rude. Other than that, I stay away.
"I'm careful around Blaine, Dad, but don't worry. I'm fairly certain he doesn't want to be my friend anymore. He wasn't very happy when I told him I wasn't going to date him. I guess I'm in the market for some new friends," I joke at the last part.
He smirks. "You have a good head on your shoulders. It’s up to you when you’re ready to date, and you'll make smart choices. No one can blame you for waiting. High school boys are … what is it the girl in your favorite movie calls them?" His tone is teasing.
We both know what it is:10 Things I Hate About You."Unwashedmiscreantswas one. I'm not sure I'm built for theirwitty repartee."
Dad laughs at my joke, and I smile.
"Maybe I'll just never find a guy as great as my dad. You've set up all the high school boys to fail in my eyes."
I have no interest in relationships or high school boys. Maybe for sex but that's about it. Even with Blaine, we just did our homework together and had sex. We had practically nothing in common.
"I'm not all that great of a guy, sweetheart."
"You are to me. That's what counts, right?"
Nothing else really matters. Everyone makes mistakes and learns from them. No matter what my dad has done, he's still my dad and he's never hurt me.
"Sure, kiddo."
Dad leaves to get ready for work, and I climb out of bed. I take a quick shower and walk to my bedroom in just my towel to pick through my closet.
Suddenly, I get the odd sensation that I'm being watched—which is silly, so I dismiss it. I grab a plain white T-shirt and a black skirt before getting dressed.
I hear voices downstairs which is a bit alarming. No one comes over in the morning and from the volume of my dad's voice he isn't happy.
I rush down the hall, slipping on my flats, but find the living room empty and the front door wide open.
"Dad?" I call to where he stands at the end of the porch, and I notice he’s talking to Kai.
"Um, sweetheart, I'm going to need to drive you to school today," he announces in a rush.
Kai gives me a strange look, almost like he's hiding something, and I rush over.
My eyes widen as they fall on my blue Silverado, my heart racing.
The full side of my truck has the wordwhorespray-painted on it, and the hood has a V painted on it with the swirly line through it.
What the ever-loving fuck?
I see two pairs of thongs hanging from the side mirrors, one blue and one white, and a brick has been thrown through the window with a piece of paper wrapped around it.
I yank open the passenger door and see the upholstery has been ripped to shreds by whatever asshole has done this.
The warning is simple on the paper.
