An Act of Salvation (Acts of Honor #2) by K.C. Lynn

Author:K.C. Lynn [Lynn, K.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2016-01-25T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Katelyn

The past

Fifteen years old

Opening the door to my room I peek out, checking to see if he’s passed out yet in his chair. My mother fell asleep on the couch hours ago, a cigarette still burning in her hand until I put it out.

I need to find that bracelet. I know he took it. I just pray he hasn’t pawned it yet. Kolan worked hard to buy it for me, and it’s something I planned to treasure forever. I thought I hid it well, but I guess not. The last time I saw it was yesterday morning so there’s a good chance it’s still here.

I tentatively step out when I see my father reclined back in his chair, his mouth open and a slight snore coming from him. The creak of the floorboards beneath my feet has me wincing. My stomach is in knots, hating Kolan has to work so late. I hate being here alone. I hate being here period and even more so knowing Kolan is only living here still for my sake. When he turned eighteen he wanted to move out and take me with him but my father threatened him. Told him he’d call the cops and have him arrested. Until I’m eighteen I belong to my parents.

The thought leaves me nauseous.

We could have run away, but I didn’t want to live on the run our whole lives, and I definitely didn’t want to leave Nick and Faith. So we agreed to wait it out until I was done with high school, then we’ll leave and move somewhere far away.

Things hadn’t been so bad up until recently. My father stopped hitting Kolan years ago, when Kolan got big enough to fight back. The memory of that final time has a shiver snaking up my spine. Even though he stopped hitting us, he found other ways to be mean. Mostly to me because he was too scared of Kolan.

My father’s always been an asshole, but lately things have been different. The way he looks at me is different. I began noticing it when I turned fourteen. It started with the hateful remarks. He would tell me it’s a good thing I grew up to be pretty because I have nothing else going for me. After the remarks came the looks. Looks that left me feeling sick inside—vulnerable and naked even though I was fully clothed.

At first I wondered if I was imagining it because he has never made me feel like that before. But it’s gotten worse lately, the leering stares and the things he says. When I left for school the other day he said if I kept dressing like a whore someone was going to make one out of me. The way he said it had bile rising in my throat and induced a terror I’ve never felt before. I had on my usual summer wardrobe of jean shorts and a tank top. Nothing different or revealing than what any of the other girls at my school wear.

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