“I will be staying with Zachariah,” I spoke, my voice strong.
“You aren’t even married!” father shouted, clenching his hands into fists.
“Welcome to the new age,” I laughed. “Everyone lives together before marrying these days. Becca had planned to move in with her boyfriend before you had her killed.”
“I didn’t kill that bitch!” father shouted, pushing past Zachariah to get to me. “I would have loved to be the one that was behind on that little stunt, though!”
Father hadn’t taken one step before Zachariah had him pinned by the throat, unable to move. I gasped in shock as mom’s cry of worry reached me. I didn’t think father expected the move, as he froze for only a moment before he was fighting for air.
“You will not touch her. Ever,” Zachariah said darkly as he barely let father breath. “She is mine, and you will not do anything to take her away. If you do, I won’t hesitate to shoot you myself. Got it?”
Father struggled to nod. By Zachariah’s stiff posture, I could see him struggle to let my father live. I had too many shocks today, as I watched in a daze as father left, mom following her like her backside was on fire.
