Chapter Twelve

I sat down in my father's office across from him. He looked upset, showing more emotion on his face than I had seen in a while. He looked at me, his hazel eyes filled with sadness.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked.

He sat up straight, fiddling with the pen on his desk.

"Eliza won't be a problem for you anymore. Her and I talked, things will change in this house, so you don't need to worry about her."

"Okay." I said, uninterested. A woman that evil would never change. No matter how many talking to's she was given.

My father looked like he wanted to say something, but seemed nervous.

"Was that all?" I asked.

He looked into my eyes, pained.

"Dylan why didn't you ever say anything to me, if I knew-" He shook his head, unable to finish his sentence.

If he knew then what? Would he have divorced Eliza? Would he had stopped going on all of those business trips and leaving me with people that hated me? Would he have act