A Perfect Love by Becca Lee & Hot Tree Editing & Lm Creations

Author:Becca Lee & Hot Tree Editing & Lm Creations [Lee, Becca & Editing, Hot Tree & Creations, Lm]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-05-03T22:00:00+00:00

Cutting our engines outside of Alain’s dilapidated house, I steadied my breathing, willing myself to calm down and not pound the shit out of David when I saw him. I’d been calling my dad ‘David’ since I was twelve. The moment, still so vivid, was a defining one in my childhood. Fast asleep in bed one night, just a few weeks after my twelfth birthday, he charged into my room high as a kite and kicked the shit out of me while I slept. The first punch woke me up; the fifteenth knocked me out. He’d left me with two black eyes, a handful of broken ribs and a thirst to never see the scumbag again. I knew then that he was not worthy of the term dad. Dads were meant to support and protect, to love. None of these were given by David. All he gave me, on top of the regular beatings, was fear with a tide of hatred.

For two more years, I had to live under his junkie rule. Mace protected me when he could, often by taking the beating himself, but he couldn’t always be there. He was working hard to get out of our home, and was going through the training needed to ensure he’d be accepted into the police force. As soon as he’d earned enough money to get a place of his own, he took me with him.

It wasn’t lost on me, the sacrifices Mace had made for me over the years. There weren’t many eighteen-year-olds who took on the parenting of a fourteen-year-old. Mace had done so the best he knew how and I hadn’t turned out so bad. Once more, shoulder-to-shoulder, we were about to face David. I couldn’t help but marvel at the differences between then and now. No longer was I the scared little boy he once knew.

I was still scared shitless, but not of David. It had more to do with if I killed the bastard, I would end up missing the birth of my baby, miss growing old with Jo. That was not something even conceivable. I would not give him the satisfaction of destroying what I had worked so damn hard for. Never again.

“You good, Liam?” Mace checked.

“I will be when we get this over with.”

Mace nodded in understanding before he raised his hand and rapped on the door.

Bottles being knocked to the ground alerted us to someone heading toward the door. Alain, wearing a dirtied-up tee and shorts, greeted us with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Boys,” he said. “You here to see your dad?”

Mace nodded.

“Come on through. He’s out the back. Not sure what sense you’ll get out of him, though.”

We followed Alain through the mountain of empty beer bottles and over-filled ashtrays. The air was pungent and left a bad taste in my mouth. Once outside, I felt able to inhale, appreciate the fresh air. Glancing around the unkempt yard, my gaze landed on David, who sprawled out on a lounger. His eyes barely open, he sported a black eye of his own.

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