“Bronson, if you would calm down and let me speak, I’ll tell...”
Bronson
My brain was screaming at me to stop, but I didn’t listen.
I should have fucking listened.
Because I had a bad habit of running my mouth when I felt as though I were backed into a corner.
I punched the door right above her head, “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down.”
Then I got right in her face and snapped, “You don’t know fucking shit. What fucking hell have you been through? Huh?”
“I...” she started to speak, but I cut her off.
“Oh, your father walked out on you. Fuck you.” I sneered.
Sadly, I missed the way her entire being changed.
Gone was that light I swore to protect.
Gone was that hope in her eyes.
Gone was the love I saw shining in those crystal baby blue colored eyes.
“I’m done.” She said in a dry tone.
A tone I’ve never heard from her before.
Then she moved underneath my arm, grabbed her bag and walked out of my house.
I growled.
Then, I started to go after her, only for my son to block me, “Dad. Not fucking cool. Don’t you ever raise your hand in anger in front of her again. You do. I’ll kill you.”
I glared at my son until what I had done clicked into place.
And then I staggered back into the wall.
I had punched the wall only inches from her face.
I fell down to my ass and placed my head in my hands.
The shit I had spewed at her.
Where the fuck did I come off?
Who in the fuck did I think I was?
A piece of shit. That’s fucking who.
Cole growled as he stormed away from me.
Needing to calm my ass down, I got up, grabbed the bottle of liquor I had, set it in front of me, and sat down on the barstool.
And I stared at the brown liquid.
I hadn’t had a drop of it since Madalyn was placed in my arms, and I walked away from my career to be a dad.
