TYSON by KATHY COOPMANS

Author:KATHY COOPMANS
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: KATHY COOPMANS
Published: 2017-08-22T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

LYNNE

“We need to stop the rotten motherfucker.” My body stiffens at hearing the voice coming from below.

“That’s Tyson,” I yell nervously, never taking my eyes off Cora as we all peer over the edge of the rooftop. My heart instantly drops to the ground when I notice him dash in between the two houses with the rest of the guys right behind him.

There’s only one I person I can think of who would have Tyson acting out the way he is.

My father. He’s here.

I should have asked Tyson to whisk me away to his apartment instead of allowing my hopes to take over. That for once in my life my family would leave me the hell alone. But no. Here he is, barreling down my street as if he owns me. The devil has come to town.

For the life of me, I will never understand what I’ve done to deserve this. Evil. The whole lot of them. Why do they hate me so much?

“Get in the house,” Riddick yells at the boys who look scared to death. One can only pray that my father isn’t here on some instantaneous mission to ruin my hopes and dreams once again.

“Fat chance, Lynne,” I mumble to myself.

The world can swallow me whole any time it wants. This is embarrassing.

I wait until I’m certain Ron and Dominic have the boys secured in the house. My body is coming alive with fury. Pins and needles are pricking away at my gut to get down there and make that man see I’m not going to be pushed around anymore.

“What on earth is going on?” Sylvia’s voice is full of panic. God, how I wish I grew up with parents who loved the way she and Ron do. A few minutes in their company was all it took for me to realize they love hard and deep.

I haven’t felt this comfortable with people I barely know in my entire life. Except for Maggie. They are all laid-back. So full of joy it was beginning to make my heart sing to a happy, joyful beat.

“It’s my father. He’s here.” My voice trembles, but I stay strong. I want these women to like me for who I am. Not out of pity for what they might witness or sympathy for what I’ve lost. For me. A woman who is capable of standing on her own two feet. Facing the corrupted values of a hateful man head-on. That’s all I’ve ever wanted was to be accepted for being human. For making mistakes that I’ve owned up to.

I want to curl up in the corner and bury my head in my hands. These women opened their minds and hearts to me as if we’ve all been friends our entire lives, and now this? A half hour or so was all I’m being given to the start of what assuredly was becoming one of the best nights I’ve had in years. Tyson and I had a wonderful discussion about the boys at dinner.

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