Demon in Disguise (A Broken Lives Short Story Book 3) by Hansen Marita A

Author:Hansen, Marita A. [Hansen, Marita A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-07-29T16:00:00+00:00

DANTE

Clara grabbed my arm, trying to stop me from tipping the coffee table over, but I still did it, so fucking enraged I could smash the house up. A stack of magazines, as well as the bowl of chips that we’d been munching on while watching a movie, fell to the floor. Our glasses also tumbled over, my one breaking as it hit the wooden bowl, spraying Coke over the white carpet.

Jade appeared in the lounge doorway in his black PJs, along with my dad, who was only in his boxers. Dad had returned home after our phone conversation, to both mine and Jade’s relief, though right now I couldn’t think about his illness, only Lavinia’s words filling my head.

“What the hell, Dante?!” Jade yelled, rushing over to the coffee table.

He let out a shriek as he stepped on the broken glass. My dad shot forward, swooping Jade up into his arms. Jade let out an even louder shriek, this one of surprise.

“Leave him to his tantrum throwing,” Dad said, “let’s look at that foot.” He turned to the door, coughing as he did it.

“Put me down, Tane!” Jade demanded loudly. “You’re unwell.”

“Nah,” Dad said, carrying my manager through the doorway as though the li’l dude was a damsel in distress.

I let out a loud exhale and ran my fingers through my hair, their interruption stopping me from continuing my rampage, but my fury remained, and so fucking deep that I still wanted to fuck shit up.

“Dante,” Clara said, capturing my attention.

She looked scared, her big steel-grey eyes sending my anger crashing down, the realisation I’d scared her slapping me in the face. I swore and pulled her into a hug, the day going from bad to utter shite. First, I’d had some dancers grope me, then the press swarmed my front yard, accusing me of having an affair with my guitarist, which was complete bullshit, then my dad told me he had lung cancer, and now I find out that I have a ten-year-old daughter?

I began to shake; what Lavinia had told me one of my biggest fears in life. The very idea that another man was raising my child made everything that my stepfather had done to me and my brother come back in a rush. The sick bastard had raped me when I was a kid. He’d also raped my older brother, murdering my mother when she’d tried to stop him. And for Lavinia to tell me that my daughter was in a household with a man who wasn’t blood, not to mention in another country? I couldn’t, just couldn’t fucking deal with it. People had phobias about bloody ridiculous things like spiders, heights, clowns... My phobia was another man living with a child of mine. Just the thought was screwing with my head, making me imagine the worst possible life for this kid.

Clara pulled out of my grip. “Who were you talking to? And did you say you had a daughter?”

I nodded, croaking out, “That wuz my first girlfriend on the phone.

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