Page 24 of Imperfection is Beauty

I snapped, “What didn’t he do? First, he told me that if I wanted to wear a lower-cut top, it would be appreciated.” Dad growled. “Second, he tried to get me to smoke a blunt with him.” Dad growled a second time. “Third, he asked me if the drapes match the carpet.” I swallowed so I could carry on, but I didn’t get there.

Dad snarled, “What a fucking asshole! I’m headed to the clubhouse.”

“Dad, that’s not all,” I told him.

“Fuck me. Okay, how many more are there?” He asked… right?

Since I was on a roll, I continued, “Fourth, he asked me if I partook in any sorority things and had pillow fights in my underwear. Fifth, he asked me if I thought it was cool that he hadyour nametattooed on his cock. Sixth, he asked me if I wanted to see it. Seventh and this was the part that you obviously missed, I poured my beer on his head. He had the balls to ask me, your daughter, mind you if I would ever be willing to become a club whore. He said, and I quote, he got a hard-on from just looking at me, he figured the sex would be astronomical and if I wouldn’t mind barking like a dog while he did me in the ass.”

I waited.

I waited.

And then, yep, my father roared.

I smiled then; Nash was getting his ass put down.

D.E.A.D.

And on my drive to the hospital, Dad texted me. But I had to wait until I hit a red light to check my phone.

Dad –You don’t have to worry about him ever again.

To that, I smiled all the way to the hospital. But not before I blocked Nash’s number.

Then I texted my dad once I got to the hospital.

Me –Please don’t give my number to anyone else.

Dad –Done. Love you, Pumpkin.

And when I clocked in for my rounds at the hospital, something that took place today… Well, I never could have dreamed it up.

I headed to the break room on the floor, stowed my stuff, and then made a right, then a left, and then another right.

This month I was working on the recovery portion after surgery when someone was brought in via an emergency.

I had just gotten the rooms I would be working with and that was when I heard the nurses talking about how big the man was in one of my rooms.

Once I heard that, I couldn’t help the panic attack I started to have as I stood there at the nurse's station.

When I was twelve, I was kidnapped by a man that hated the club.

I was beaten for information since the club had no other weaknesses. I was kept in a dark cellar for fourteen long miserable days. All of which occurred during one of the worst storms we had ever had.

And the man that had beaten me?

He was bigger than Tyne and Marcus.

And that is the cause of my fear of being around big men.

I’d tried everything I could to shake it.

But if I wasn’t around my dad and the club, that rational fear was all-consuming.

I was trying to breathe through it when I heard a woman’s voice ask, “Hey, are you okay?”

I breathed in.

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