What the fuck was I thinkin’? I should have never gotten involved. I keep letting myself get these small tastes of her and then wind up fuckin’ it all up. My selfishness is causing more hurt than anything, and I fuckin’ hate myself for it.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t notice my father walking past me. I would have just kept walking if he didn’t grab my cut and throw me against a picnic table.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he seethes, his nostrils flaring wide.
“Get the fuck off of me,” I growl back at him, shoving him away.
“What did you do to her?” he shouts, shoving me roughly and making my ass hit the top of the picnic table.
“Fuck off.” I dust myself off and go to walk away when he grabs me by my hair and yanks me back.
“Fuckin’ knew I shouldn’t have let your worthless ass back in this club. Where is she?” He’s yelling behind me, and I elbowhim in the stomach to make him release my hair before spinning around to shove him backward. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”
“Good, fuckin’ do it,” I yell in his face.
He grabs my cut as I grab his; it’s a back-and-forth of us shoving each other over this sandy patch of grass.
My father is the first one to throw a punch. His fist connects with my eye twice before I can get a shot in against his kidney. He winces, but the old man doesn’t give up.
There’s a feminine scream, and Lily goes to grab my father’s shoulder, but he shoves her away, pushing her to the ground. She winces but dusts herself off before yelling, “Kurt, let go of him. He didn’t do anything!”
“He’s walkin’ around my fuckin’ club smellin’ like he just fucked his fuckin’ stepsister. You tryin’ to tell me that’s fuckin’ nothin’?” he roars in her face.
“He didn’t do anything.Wedidn’t do anything,” she argues, trying to calm him down.
“Like Hell, you didn’t do anything. I gave you a fuckin’ place to live, treated you like my own and this is how you repay me? You’re lowerin’ yourself to some sort of club slut, and with him nonetheless,” he snarls, causing Lily’s eyes well with tears.
“We didn’t do anything,” she repeats,
“You think I’m fuckin’ stupid, Lily? Get your fuckin’ ass back in the house now. I gave you some freedom, but consider that shit gone. The first pack that wants to bond, that’s your fuckin’ lot now,” he declares while still holding on to my cut.
I shove him and take a step back. “You can’t force her to do shit,” I bellow. The old man surprises me by hitting me in the face again, sending me straight to my ass.
He points down at me. “Pack your shit up and get the fuck out of my club.” He turns to Lily and points to her. “Get your ass back in the fuckin’ house.”
“Good ol’ dad, huh? Just never listenin’ to what your kids want,” I snark as I wipe away blood from my lip.
My dad laughs sardonically as he turns to me. “You’re not my fuckin’ kid and you never were.”
I sarcastically laugh again, my tongue involuntarily swiping away another drop of blood. “You shouldn’t do what he says, darlin’. You want the fuck out of here, I’ll take you out of here myself,” I tell her. Her gaze lingers on Kurt for a moment before moving over to me. It’s like she’s waging a war in her mind over the man she thought my father was and who he truly is. I can say I’ve gone through the same war myself.
“You’re nobody’s fuckin’ darlin’ and you never will be. You’re an Omega who needs to do what she’s fuckin’ told,” Kurt seethes at Lily. I watch her face fall, and I can see it in her eyes; the moment she realizes the man she thought was her father was all just an act.
I don’t know how to explain that this moment changes everything for me, but it fuckin’ does. There’s fire in her sad eyes, one that wasn’t there before. The main reason I left this alone was because I didn’t want to make her choose. He might not be my father anymore, but he was hers. But the way she’s looking at him now… that sentiment is gone.
“I told your ungrateful ass to get back in the fuckin’ house,” he snarls, grabbin’ her arm and nearly dragging her into the house. The look Lily gives me over her shoulder is heartbreaking, and for a short moment, I consider the unthinkable. But after a few moments, I dust myself off and make my way back to the clubhouse.
I pack my shit up, but I have no intention of leaving this place or Lily behind. Everything has changed, and I’m all in now, no turning back or changing my mind.
It’s time to pluck the old weeds that are choking the club and start anew, even if I die tryin’.
I’m lying in bed, wishin’that Lily was here with me or that she would’ve let me take her away today. But luckily my self-pity withers away when my phone vibrates with a message from her.
Lily
Your plan… we need to do it tonight.
Can you sneak out around 6 am?
