50. Chapter 50

50

Heath

I want to kill her dad.

I want to stab a fucking knife through his heart and make him bleed.

For the second time in my life, I wish death upon someone. And I want to deliver it.

My hands turn white with how tightly I'm holding the bars as I watch him take her away from me.

I want to chase them. Rip him apart from her so she's in safe hands. Then keep hitting him until I fucking can't.

I've been taught to not use my fighting skills for evil, but I want to because that pathetic excuse of a man deserves it. He deserved every hit I landed on him.

Sebastian is pissed as he glares at me. "You did it! You just couldn't fucking help yourself."

I glare at him. "Did you see her? She's fucking bleeding!"

"And you're in a cell while she's going home with him. What do you think he's going to do to her now?"

Dread grips my chest like a snake has wrapped its tail around me. It squeezes the life out of me.

I hang my head low. Sweat and heat roll all over my body.

I lost.

She is in more danger now.

Because of me.

Fuck.

I let my guard down in front of Sebastian with ease. He knew it and he warned me. I didn't listen.

Opening my mouth, I push the words out because I need to tell him. "She was screaming when he pulled her hair. I couldn't help myself. It took every bit of my strength to not intervene when he abused her. But when she started screaming, all I saw was red."

Sebastian gives me a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

I think about his words. "I don't think I'll be able to sleep now. Her screams will ring in my ears. I'll never forget her teary eyes and frightened face. She was terrified of him. Her fucking dad."

"He looks pure evil."

"He is. The way he fucking looked at her…" I swallow. "He hates her. He truly hates her."

"Wow, talk about similar parents."

My eyes shot up to him. "Your mom—"

He grimaces. "Look like she's cut from the same cloth as Hope's father."

I grind my teeth remembering all the shit that he went through and never told me about. He's the kind of person who'll go through the worst and still find it in himself to smile and be fucking optimistic about life. The reason why I never learned how fucking brutal it was for him. And I couldn't be there for him. But every time I needed him, he was. He still is.

He leans against the bars and smirks. "You fucked him up good. Well done!"

I chuckle. "I was going to do much more, but he pulled out a fucking pocket knife and cut me."

He straightens. "Where?"

I point to my wound that's wrapped up in cloth but needs medical attention. Fuck it. I don't care about it right now.

"I'm surprised that he called cops on me and spun the fucking story," I complain.

Sebastian stays silent in thought for a minute. "He's smart, Heath."

"I don't fucking care. I'll protect her." I push away from the bars and sit down on the bench. "I need to get out of here."

Sebastian nods and walks to the officer behind the desk. They get engrossed in a deep talk which accelerates into a loud argument.

I zone them out and think about Hope.

When I close my eyes I see her red face and teary eyes.

Anger fuels me like gasoline ignites fire.

I want to go to her house this hour and beat him some more. Perhaps break his arms and legs so he can't hurt her anymore. That would put my mind at ease. But if he dies I'll thank the heavens.

I've seen shitty people, but he's something else.

At the underground, there's a variety of dickheads, but I'm sure no one comes closer to him.

He beats his daughter. The sick part is he enjoys it. I saw it in his eyes. He loves violence.

That guy should be in a psych ward rather than a house. Everything Hope told me about not being able to talk whenever I asked her, comes to my mind. I understand now why she couldn't. She was petrified of what he'd do to her. And me. She was worried and terrified for me.

How that son of a bitch turned the story around and made me the suspect is clever. I didn't expect that.

I should have.

He's smart and knows how to cover his tracks.

Which makes me wonder if Hope's mother knows. What if she's just like him? I wouldn't be surprised. That woman is onto something too. I saw it the way she watched me from the window. Something is seriously fucked up with her parents.

The one girl I have feelings for has crazy ass parents who hate me.

Fucking great.

I look down at the bracelet she gifted me. I run my fingers over it and somehow it makes me feel better.

I have big fucking feelings for Rose. I don't know what they are or how big they are. But they run deep and consume me like a drug.

I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop worrying about her. I can't stop liking her. There's no stop button. Frankly, I'm glad there isn't.

What I feel for Rose is real and fucking good.

Every laugh, smile, and talk with her is my good moment. I haven't had those in a long time. She's my good moment, and I don't want it to ever end.

Her father said she's worthless. But he's wrong on every letter of that fucking word.

Rose is worth everything.

Sitting in this cell, because I beat the man who's been hurting her for God knows how long, feels satisfying. I don't regret it one bit. I'll do it again just so she gets a few days off without someone banging her head against the wall or yanking her hair.

Sebastian walks toward me. I look at him in question.

He leans against the bars and starts tugging the band on his wrist.

I sense it before I see it. Something is wrong. He's anxious.

"What is it?"

He looks distressed. "You might have to spend the night in the cell."

"Why the fuck?"

"Alex Hanson has made serious allegations about you. They have proof too. You fucked him up and threatened to kill him."

"So what?"

Sebastian sighs exasperatingly. "You need a lawyer."

I laugh. "Yeah right."

"You're eighteen and you have some serious assault charges, Heath."

I grimace at the reality of the situation.

"Get me a lawyer then."

Sebastian scratches the back of his neck. "That's the part I was working on."

"And…"

"He said he'll bring one."

I frown. "Who?"

Sebastian takes a deep breath. "Don't kill me."

I narrow my eyes. "What did you do?"

Sebastian meets my gaze. He looks nervous as he says, "I called your father."

To be continued…