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Kadence's P.O.V
"What?!" I yelled loudly.
"Yeah, her dad is actually fucked up dude," Ellie said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, go back... This guy is a rapist, a robber, and what was the last one?" Donavon asked.
Everyone sat in my room and it was storming real bad, Ellie held Jamie from behind while Jamie was laying down. They were lying on my bed and they were probably cuddling and who knows what else.
I slightly cringed at the thought of something else, maybe I should change my bed covers just in case. Jamie held the laptop on her computer and started to read off everything over again.
"Well, uh nearly killing a dude," Jamie mumbled.
I let out a large sigh and shook my head, my heart was aching. I pursed my lips and started to heat up, he could hurt Brooklyn! I'm just sitting here like a duckling doing nothing about it.
"Damn he must have a good lawyer," Ellie mumbled behind Jamie.
"Where is he getting the money from though?" Donavon asked.
"Maybe from all the money he stole," Ellie remarked in a high tone.
"If his case is this bad but somehow managed to get out of it, then that lawyer must be crazy good."
"I don't know but he's been let loose most of the time."
I didn't say a word, the thoughts in my head drowned them out. Her dad could drown her, maybe give her to a couple of other rapists, torture her! I felt confused, like why now? What is he getting at? There were so many questions but none of them being answered. I heard the garage door open from downstairs, my parents are home early which is unusual. Everyone stayed where they were and talked amongst themselves. All of a sudden I heard a loud thud in the kitchen with a groan.
I peeked around the corner and saw my dad shaking his head with his hands through his black hair.
"What are you doing home?" I asked lightly.
I didn't want to startle him. He looked up slowly at me and his hand was covering his mouth with relaxation yet with anger. He tilted his head and his eyes were baggy.
"No, the question is what are you doing here?" He asked with an attitude.
"I didn't want to go."
He slammed his hand down on the island table and held his hand up in the air basically telling me to not say anything else.
"Just because your so-called girlfriend is gone doesn't mean you have to mess up your life."
Great, we are on this topic again.
"I came home today because I got a phone call that my daughter wasn't at school. At this rate, you're never going to go to Hopkins."
I was livid at this rate.
"You know what dad? I'm not going to Hopkins! I am going to Juilliard, I am eighteen and I get to make my own choices, I get to make these decisions. My girlfriend is missing and yes she is a girl so get used to it! I'm so sick and tired of you breathing down my neck thinking that I'll be like Jacob. I'm not! I don't want to be a surgeon or a doctor or anything that has to do with medicine and you know what? This feels so good to let off my chest and you know what I realized? Not ever once have you ever apologized to me. I am done with you, go back home where you belong. The hospital because that seems more important to you than giving a damn about your daughter." I said in a breath.
I inhaled deeply trying to breathe again. He looked at me with a hard stare, he turned his head down to the ground and grabbed his bag without a second thought. My dad left, he just left. I stood over the island table feeling both the world lightning up on me but the world crashing on me. Brooklyn is gone, my dad doesn't accept me for my choices, and I'm here sitting like a duckling like always.
"Kadence!" Donavon yelled at me.
Everyone else stood behind him.
"Okay first, I'm proud of you for standing up to your dad." He gasped.
"Okay and secondly, we got a trace of her dad's phone!" Casey yelled with relief.
We got something... We finally got something. I let out another sigh but with a whimper escaping my mouth, I looked up with my eyes closed and wiped away my tears.
"What are we doing here then? Let's go." I said.
Mr. Scott's P.O.V
I drove at fast speed towards the bank, the damn bitch wouldn't just give me the code to the account. I married the fucking whore for this and all of a sudden she just drops dead in front of me. I scoffed at the thought.
I had to have a daughter and my fucking wife decides to put her name on the account, I deserve that money! I deserve it all! Her parents loved me and even they couldn't figure out the damn code, every day I looked through her stuff trying to find the damn numbers. I gripped the wheel in my junk car, I should be driving a sports car not a shitty one. This is her fault, Brooklyn's fault. I parked close to the cement curb with a loud screech not thinking about the consequences.
My lawyer would get me out of it, at least that's one thing that I could have. Since her parents gave me one just to back me up but man if only they knew the things that I did. I went up to the front desk looking at the terrified woman with my dreaded eyes. Her long ginger hair bounced perfectly off her shoulders, she wore a nice blazer.
Damn fancy people trying to rub it in my face, but she was looking hot as ever, maybe I could get a good fuck before going back to the child.
"Um, m-may I help you, sir?"
"I need to get into my account... I also need to get your number."
"I'm sorry sir but what's your name so I can search your account?"
"Robert Scott," I stated.
"What can I help you with your account?" She asked nicely.
"Access to my daughter's account." I pursed my lips.
Maybe this woman will just let it slide through. She typed on the computer in front of her for a while. I started to get impatient, I don't have all day.
"You're awfully gorgeous uh..."
I looked over at her name tag Morgan Stelpher.
"Morgan." I smiled.
"T-Thank you." She said with an uncomfortable smile.
What? Was I not good enough for her?
"Maybe you and I can do a rendezvous together back at my place."
"Sir, I'm sorry but I keep my job strictly professional."
"Whatever." I scoffed.
She looked at the computer a bit closer with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Sir but this account has a code on it and only one person can access it which is your daughter unless you have the code for you. If you have the code you may have open access to the account. I'm assuming your regular banker has already told you the amount, which is quite... significant."
This was no use, nothing was ever going to work. I stood up in anger and threw down her small pile of papers. She stood up in fear and backed away from her seat.
"Is there a problem here?" A police officer asked.
I saw him standing at the door earlier. I walked back to the car and drove over a hundred miles an hour. The only person who I can make talk is the scum bag daughter of mine, damn this rain. I drove through the woods roughly and parked on the gravel a couple feet away from the house. I barged through the door to find her laying on the floor passed out, I looked around to see the ceiling leaking from the storm. She could have at least cleaned this shit up. Useless...
"Wake up!" I yelled.
Her eyes opened slowly then slowly widened when she saw my face.
"Where the hell is the code?!"
She backed away in the corner with her knees tucked in her chest. I'm sick of this game. I grabbed her tightly and threw her in the middle of the room, a loud yelp went through the air.
"Your mother left you a code to your bank account, where the fuck is it?!"
"What are you talking about?!"
"The code!" I slapped her.
"Do you want to be punished? Is that what you want?" I laughed.
I started to pick her up and strip her clothes, she tried to push herself off of me but she knows I'm the bigger person. I pulled down my pants, I needed this today considering the ginger didn't want to come home with me.
"Stop! Don't touch me!" She yelled and cried.
"Stupid bitch..." I mumbled.
She then slapped me across the face and tried to escape. I started to kiss her neck and make her feel easy, she needs to lighten up and give me the damn code.
"I need that money, not you, you were never worth it and you were just an accident."
I then felt a hard kick in my groin and collapsed. I fell to the ground and winced in pain, you've got to be kidding me.
The last thing I saw was Brooklyn running towards the door, I forgot to lock it... Now I have to hunt her down again? A flash of lightning went through the air and the light came through the window.
All there was left was in that room was the distinct flashes going back and forth shoving images of my wife.
Stephanie?
A/N: Comment below or while reading what you guys think! This was an intense chapter, anyways goodnight my lovelies xxJess
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