Chapter 12 - Fight or Flight

Noah

I was frightened by my father’s sudden rage. After our long conversation, I thought we had built some trust between us. And the blood bond we shared as father and daughter - didn’t that count for something?

I desperately tried to defend myself. “Bob! Dad! Please… Let me go!” I cried, my voice constrained by his strong hands.

He pressed me onto the table and cursed me and my dead mother. I couldn’t believe how aggressive and mean he was. He seemed so friendly earlier. I guess he just wanted my money…

Tears were streaming down my face. The physical pain wasn’t nearly as bad as the emotional hurt. I thought I finally had a real family. A father I could count on. Someone whose flesh and blood I shared. Someone who truly cared about me.

But instead, my newly found father was a shabby gambler who only wanted my money. He didn't care about me at all. What a nightmare.

That's just my luck, I thought. These past few weeks have been nothing but disastrous. I shouldn't have got my hopes up