Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 656(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
The woman stood up next to him. “Brooke, I’m Charlotte,” she spoke as if it were nothing.
It took me right back to that night.
The night I lost my innocence.
The night I lost my life.
The night I lost myself, and everything I believed in.
“Brooke, let’s go outside. Okay? I don’t want to make a scene in the restaurant.”
I chuckled. “That’s what matters to you? Whether I make a scene or not? You’re fucking kidding, right?”
“Watch your mouth. You will not speak to me that way. I’m your father and you will respect me.”
“Like you respect my mother?” I snidely responded.
“Bambi, come on…” Devon tugged on my hand.
I turned to look at him. “Mind your own goddamn business, Devon.” I faced my father; not waiting to see the hurt that I knew would be evident on Devon’s face.
“Listen to your boyfriend and let’s go outside,” Dad stated.
“He’s not my boyfriend. I’ve never had one of those. Want to know why? I’ll give you one guess.”
“I understand that this is a very hard situation for you, Brooke, please give your father a chance to explain,” Charlotte interjected.
“I’m sorry did I say I wanted the opinion of my father’s whore? No, I don’t think I did.”
“That’s enough,” Dad argued, roughly grabbing me by my arm and pulling me away from Devon and toward the outside. Once we were out the doors, I crudely pulled myself out of his grasp.
“Don’t touch me. I don’t want your hands on me after they’ve been on her.”
“Brooklyn,” he warned.
“What? What can you possibly say that’s going to make this okay? Huh? What the fuck can you tell me that I don’t already know,” I shouted and I could feel Devon’s heat on my back.
“Your mother—”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m fully fucking aware that Mommy knows all about your indiscretions. I know that she thinks it’s okay; I know that you’ve been with Charlotte for years! I know that I have siblings that I have never met, and I know that you spread your seed all over this goddamn city.” I cocked my head to the side. “Did I miss anything?”
“Listen to me, young lady, I am still your father. If you think I’m going to stand here and justify myself to you, you’re dead wrong. I have been an amazing father to you and your sisters. You cannot discredit me for that. What I do in my marriage is between your mother and I. It has nothing to do with you, not one thing. It’s our business. You’re my daughter and my role to you is to be your father, which I have always done. Do you understand me?”
I scuffed. “Oh yeah, Dad, you want to know what I do for a living?”
His eyes widened and that’s when I realized that he knew. He knew it all.
“I fuck men and women, Daddy. I get paid, to spread my legs, by the same elite escort service you so happily pay thousands for. How’s that? Do you want me to tell you more? Do you want me to tell you how much I love it? How about I tell you about Jaxon?” I laughed. “You remember Jaxon, right? Your friend; your business partner… I fell for his lies, just like my mother did for yours. I got myself pregnant, thinking that everything he said to me was true… that he was going to leave his wife for me.” I shook my head in disgust, remembering how weak and pathetic I was.
I looked over at Charlotte, who was standing behind my father. “Is that what he told you? Hmmm… that he would leave his wife and family for you? Did you get pregnant on purpose, just like I did?” When she didn’t answer my eyes went back to my dad.
“Of course not… because you’ve stayed with her… taking care of her. See… Jaxon didn’t do that! He made me get an abortion.” I narrowed my eyes. “I killed your first grandchild, Daddy, and it was your business partner and friend who made the appointment.”
He jerked back and placed his hand over his heart.
“Hurts… don’t it? Leaves a nice fucking sting, right?”
“Baby—”
“NO! You do not get to feel sorry for me! You do not get to feel anything, but shame! It’s your fault! It’s all your fucking fault!”
I stepped toward him; ready to hit him. But Devon wrapped his arms around my torso, holding me back. “No. Calm down. Not like this,” he argued.
“Fuck you! Who the hell do you think you are?” I yelled, trying to break free.
“Honey, let’s go. We need to go before the cops are called, everyone is looking at us.”
“Yeah, Daddy, you need to go so you can fuck your mistress one last time and go home to my mother.”
He shook his head disappointed. “This is not over, Brooklyn.” He took one last look at me, turned and left.