I wiped a stray tear as Robert drove into the school’s parking lot.
“I’m so sorry about this,” I apologized to Blake’s father. The guy was so cool about all of this. I wished he could rub off on Dad.
“Don’t apologize. I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” I smiled as Blake opened the door for me.
I got out, and he closed the door.
My gaze landed on my father’s pickup, but he wasn’t inside.
“I’m sure he is going to take my phone, so if I’m not at school tomorrow, know that he had another episode and left.”
“You are such a drama queen.” He gave me a lopsided smile, which made me want to kiss him.
“I’m not. You don’t know my father, Blake.”
“Well, I’m going to meet him.”
“Blake!”
He smiled. “I told you, you are not alone in this.”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the pickup. This guy was playing on death’s front porch.
Dad walked out of the school with the principal at his side. His jaw muscles pumped as he walked with huge strides toward us.
“Mr. Watkins may I—”
He grabbed Blake and pushed him against Jace’s jeep. Blake didn’t even flinch.
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but you stay away from my daughter. Get in the pickup, Elena.” He let go of Blake.
“Dad, please.”
“Can I explain—”
“I said, get in the pickup, we are leaving.” Dad ignored Blake.
“With all respect—” Blake tried again.
“Stop, you do not know what you are messing with, boy.” He looked at me. “Get in the pickup,” he said and looked back at Blake. “It’s for your own good.”
“Dad, please!”
“Elena, don’t,” Dad warned.
“Elena, stop, I got this,” Blake said.
“No, just go, okay. I’ll speak to you later.”
“Don’t do this.” Blake walked backward away from me. “Elena!”
“I’ll be okay, just go.”
He turned around and walked away as Dad frowned at him and then looked at me “What were you thinking?”
“Please, Dad. You don’t understand.” My voice broke as my heart sped up like crazy.
