The Dodona Prophecy (The Medusa Legacy, Book 2) by Linda Temple

Author:Linda Temple [Temple, Linda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Adventure, Thriller, Greek Mythology
ISBN: 978-0-9921150-2-9
Publisher: Linda Temple
Published: 2015-07-23T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

MANDY APPEARED BESIDE the familiar plaid couch in three shades of ugly. She’d always hated that brown, mustard and rust eyesore. The only thing worse was its steel wool texture. Whatever possessed her mom and dad to purchase it was a mystery.

She’d just been saying how she wanted to go home and here she was, standing in her parents’ living room. Not exactly what I had in mind…

Her father’s angry voice rang out from the kitchen. A loud crash and a thud, like a body hitting the floor, sent a prickle of heat across her scalp.

She stopped in the doorway. Her dad, beet red in the face and neck, continued his tirade while her mom dragged herself behind a chair, begging him to stop.

Her father spun toward Mandy, grabbing a plate from the sink and aiming it at her. It took a while for recognition to dawn on him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The contempt in his tone made her skin crawl. “Apparently stopping you from doing something stupid.” Mandy glared, putting her hands on her hips.

The comment seemed to amuse him. “Huh.” He swayed, no doubt the result of an evening spent on a bar stool.

She’d never confronted him before. Her mom had always told her to run and hide. Not this time. “Do you feel like a big man, picking on someone half your size? What’s your problem anyway?”

Something in him seemed to snap. “You’re my problem! You and that cheating whore,” he spat, waving in her mom’s direction. “Obviously, you’re no kin of mine. It doesn’t take a genius to see. She’s never admitted it, but she will.”

He hurled the plate toward her mom. Dolores shrieked, as the plate shattered against the chair legs, sending shrapnel of porcelain at her.

Mandy couldn’t recall crossing the room, but her father’s throat was firmly in her grasp. With one hand, she held him in the air. His neck was supple, weak and vulnerable. Squeezing, just past the windpipe, she felt the pulse of his artery supplying his brain with blood.

Her eyes burned. Through clenched teeth, she said, “Look, you miserable piece of shit, I’ll never consider you to be my father, but that woman over there IS my mother, even if not by genetics. She gave me life and now I’m going to ensure that she has one. Touch her again and you’ll answer to me. Understand?”

He nodded convulsively, his eyes bulging.

She released her grip; he dropped to the floor, coughing and rubbing his throat.

She stared hard at his wide-eyed gape while she blinked the stinging sensation from her eyes.

Finally, his gaze lowered. Whether it was an act of submission to the bigger bully in the room — something she swore she’d never become — or whether he actually believed what she said about not being genetically related. Maybe her strength and glowing eyes had convinced him. Maybe there was hope. Maybe he’d get past the anger of the infidelity that never happened. Or maybe the threat of violence would be enough.

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