Page 8 of Knuckles

Because Mom liked to have her cake and eat it too, because she was a selfish whore who knew Dad would cut her off financially for screwing the leader of the Chargers, all because he was working his butt off to afford her lifestyle of a stay-at-home wife, my life got derailed.

My dreams were cut, and I was forced to become a cop, so he could keep an eye on me, just like the $164,098 I have in his account, money I made from my art shows. e’s kept, refusing to allow me to move out, refusing to allow me any space whatsoever and even now, my pay checks he takes the majority so he can control me.

He has taken over my whole life because he’s worried I’ll end up like my mom, but what he doesn’t know is that she was a liar and a cheater. What happened to her was her own goddamn fault.

Shaking my head, I put pen to paper and lie like my ass is on fire about the MC not seeing the kidnappers before Benny and I got to the scene at the motel that was out of our jurisdiction, but had permission to attend.

***

“Marshalls, my office now!” my dad shouts an hour later, and I swallow my sigh as I put my pen down and stretch out my fingers that are aching before I slowly stand and walk towards my dad's office on the other side of the room, feeling Master's eyes on my ass that makes me want to throat punch the man.

His advantages are beginning to piss me off to the point I will snap, and it doesn’t help that Dad continues to encourage him because he knows he can control me through him.

“Shut the fucking door!” Dad demands as I walk into his office, and I do as I’m told. and I stay standing near the door which earns me a glare before he looks at his computer.

Since Mom was killed, he has aged. His once brown hair has greyed tremendously and his brown eyes no longer sparkle with the love he used to hold when at home or at work.

I wonder how he’d feel if he knew his wife was screwing a criminal for excitement? That she was killed because he wouldn’t do what she wanted and release a murderer?

It would probably kill him, because Dad stupidly loved her.

I on the other hand no longer believe in love.

“You allowed the MC to take the kidnappers!” he accuses without looking up, and I shake my head.

“No,” I deny, “we got there, and the MC were sitting with the kids and the kidnappers nowhere in sight, and their enforcer explained the kidnappers ran away before they got there.” Dad shoots his head up and glares at me already knowing I’m lying, but I’m not deterred, and I continue, “I’ve personally checked the motel cameras myself. The kidnappers drag the kids inside, and minutes before the MC gets there, they book it.”

How they managed to manipulate the cameras, I’ll never know, but I’ll take a wild guess and say it was Clark’s husband, Trick, who is extremely good with computers, just shitty with his emotions.

The sooner he tells Clark he’s in love with her, the fricking better.

“You’re sticking up for them because of your little friend, aren’t you?!” he demands to know, and I hold in my sigh yet again.

Am I shocked that he knows about Clark? Not really, but I sure as hell am shocked he never intervened, though that may be because I don’t spend a lot of time with her because of him.

“No,” I deny calmly yet again, “I saw the footage which has already been sent over to your email.”

His nostrils flare, but I don’t change my expression.

I love this man, he’s my father and even though he was strict growing up, I never back-talked him, I never gave him lip. I respected the fact he always put his family and duty before himself but four years ago he tore me away from my life and I now resent him.

There are times I want to snap, and I know sooner or later I will, I just hope that day isn’t today.

Dad’s jaw ticks before he nods as he picks up his pen, knowing he can’t argue with physical evidence, before he states, “Masters is taking you out tonight, I want you home by ten.”

You have got to be kidding me?

Okay, never mind, that day is today!

“I’m not going out with Masters tonight or any other night. Last time I checked, I’m a grown-ass adult, so I’ll be home when I get home!” I snap, not able to keep calm this time, and Dad's head snaps up.

“Excuse me?” he grits, and I retort, “You’re excused!” before I turn around and open the door, but I pause when he snaps, “You walk out of that door, then I’m taking your jeep away!”

Don’t hit your father. I repeat,do not hit your father!

Taking a calm breath, I remind my father, “I paid for my jeep, and don’t think I won’t stoop low enough to report you because, chief of police or not, theft is still theft. I repeat, Chief, I’m a grown ass adult, you are the one who has basically stolen my money, you are the one who is ensuring I can’t move out. I will be home when I am home!”

I storm out of the room and towards my desk, Masters watching me as I go, and I grab my keys.