Seven

Everywhere fell silent, the only voice being that of my father cussing and asking Davis to let him go.

But Davis didn't.

My father who I'd always respected and almost even feared was being pinned down and humiliated by the man he'd made me marry. How ironic.

"Let him go, this instant!" My mother quipped, coming into view. Her voice was firm but she stood at a distance, her hand which was holding a glass of wine shaking slightly as she watched Davis.

Sometimes I felt bad for her. She was the one who had to stand up for my dad and clean up after his mess whenever he drank too much and made a fool out of himself. Just like now.

"Don't mind him. I'll fucking kill him once I get myself unentangled!" My father responded, trying but failing to get himself loose.

This was so embarrassing. I wish I hadn't come here.

"Please," I whispered, a sick feeling coming to my stomach. "Let him go."

I saw an expression that could pass for pity pass through Davis' eyes before he finally let him go