Apathy (Secrets of Winworth Book 1) by L.K. Reid

Author:L.K. Reid [Reid, L.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

“Dylan told me there’s a new kid at school,” my father started as I pulled on my sweater, careful not to touch the spots where he bit me. He was usually more careful, worried that people would ask questions if they saw me like this.

He could punish me, he could fuck me into oblivion, he could take everything away from me, but I still had to behave like a good daughter of a senator. He cared more about his picture and how people saw him than about his family.

“Yeah,” I murmured and picked up my bag from the floor. “His family moved to town recently.”

“What is his last name?” he asked and pressed the tip of his cigar to his lips, inhaling slowly.

“I’m not sure.” I shrugged. “I can find out.” Liar. I already knew his last name.

Ash Weber.

He wasn’t mine to protect, but knowing my father, he would find out about this weird attraction I felt toward him, and he would hold it over my head.

No, Ash had to stay out of this.

“Good.” He nodded, enveloped in the cloud of smoke. “Do that.”

I crossed the room, heading toward the door, counting when I would be able to break down without him seeing it. Counting down the minutes until I would be able to breathe without his foul stench surrounding me.

“And, Skylar,” he called out, stopping me in my tracks. I turned around, looking at him for the first time tonight. His hair was more gray than blond now, and his silver eyes just like Dylan’s were not soft anymore. No, he was the worst thing that had ever happened to me. “Not a word to anyone.”

“Yes, Dad.” I surprised myself with how strong my voice sounded, but I guess that after two years of this, I learned how to hide my emotions. I was thankful that the voices inside my head kept quiet while I stood in the middle of the room, the stench of sex, cigars, and his expensive cologne tickling my nose.

I didn’t wait for another word from him. I slowly opened the door, storming through the hallway of the darkened house, all the way to the front door. I didn’t stop to take a shower, even though I wanted to get his filthy scent off my body. I didn’t stop to look at myself in the mirror, because I didn’t want to see myself. I couldn’t face myself. All the other times he would leave me alone to gather my thoughts, but this time, he was the one staying behind.

Our family used to live in this house years ago, before I was born, before our parents got married, but they decided that living on the edge of Winworth was not suitable for one of the founding families.

So they moved, taking the land on Ashword Street, and building the house that now held some of the best and worst memories for me. Too bad it was the bad ones that started prevailing, and the good ones got lost.

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