know?”
I smirk while walking to my truck. “Apparently, she tore Danny a new asshole before Edge came to save him.” I can’t even help the chuckle when I think about Elle yelling at an Ex-Mixed Martial Arts Champion. Especially one who’s around 6’4, covered in tattoos and a solid two hundred and twenty pounds of muscle. “Edge has her kicking the shit out of one of the heavy bags.”
Which is exactly where we find her ten minutes later? She looks like she’s possessed by the fucking devil how hard she’s going at it. But the fucking kicker is all the shit spewing out of her mouth. I know that Edge has a way about him that gets you to tell him everything, but……fuuuuuck.
Elle
I walked out of the office earlier in somewhat of a fog. An annoyed - can’t believe that this man won’t take a freaking hint - and leave me alone in a kind of fog. It didn’t even occur to me that my departure seemed a tiny bit sketchy until much later. Really, all I could think about what facing the man that had made my life a living hell since birth and telling him to never contact me again.
Because that’s who’s been practically stalking my phone…my father. King of all assholes, bigot, sanctimonious jackass, and abuser extraordinaire. After everything that had happened with Brad and my father defending my mother’s actions, every ounce of anything that I once felt towards him based on the fact that he was family, disappeared. In its place was nothing but hatred and loathing.
I don’t like being the person that hates someone else so fiercely that if he was on fire, I would hope to have a can of gasoline to make sure that he kept burning. It’s not how I like living my life.
I try to see the best in people and be kind to everyone that I meet, for the most part. But my heart and soul just can’t find it in me to be a good person where the people who call themselves my parents are concerned. Even after years of physical and mental abuse, I could still try to be nice, but everyone has their limits and I’ve long past reached mine.
Getting yet another phone call after being so happy seconds earlier just made something snap inside of me.
I have such an amazing life right now, and this man keeps trying to ruin every ounce of joy that I feel. I have a wonderful job, I’m in love with an incredible man, even though I’m too chicken crap to tell him that, and I have an awesome support system of people who care about me. I am literally flying high from the minute that I wake up next to the sexy man that I get to call my own, to the time that I fall asleep after said sexy man has thoroughly exhausted my body. The only thing that would make life perfect would be a cute puppy.
My father has been calling me for months. You would think that he would get the clue that I had no interest in ever speaking to him. Even after all of his demands that I call right away over voicemail. I have even blocked his phone number, but that jackass actually had the audacity to call me from his church.
Upon seeing that, I knew that I had to tell him face to face that he needed to stop contacting me because he will never be a part of my life.
I marched out of work, got into my car, and drove straight to that church from hell. Honestly, how many of those bigots can say that they’re religious is beyond me, but whatever.
I drove there in a complete haze and don’t even remember parking my car. But I came to around the time that I was stomping up the steps of the annex that all the members seem to congregate in.
Truthfully, there was no way that I could’ve ever prepared for what my father was going to say to me. Even now, I’m still not convinced that I didn’t somehow ingest magical mushrooms and that I’m hallucinating. That would make a lot more sense than what my father said to me when I walked in.
His first words to me after yelling at me for not calling him right back, not dressing appropriately like a woman should, and telling me that I should lose some weight is that I need to stop being