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“You aren’t taking that from me again.”

Dad charged from around the kitchen table and I puffed out my chest. Cecilia stood up, hollering for him to stop as he barreled directly into me. I winced as the pain in my neck grew. He shoved me against the wall, then pinned me with his hands wrapped up in my shirt. Apparently, all he heard was I’d been in a fight. He didn’t give a shit about the injuries I’d suffered during the event.

Typical, for my father.

Cecilia slammed her hand on the table. “You know that nurse said he’s only a few steps away from a concussion. Let him go.”

Dad growled. “You’re so full of shit. Thinking you can walk around here like you own the place. Don't forget who bought you that bike.”

I grinned. “You bought my first bike. I dipped into my trust fund with your permission to buy the second one.”

“And don’t you dare forget who can take that away from you.”

I snickered. “If you did, you’d be stuck with me. Which is something I know you don’t want.”

“Not when you’re a