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Chapter One
Livy Knight Age Fifteen
“Ethan said your dad’s a psycho”
I slammed my locker door shut and scowled at my best friend “You can’t be serious”
Maggie’s nose scrunched “I know Your dad is way better than my dad And he’s hot as fuck My dad … well, you’ve seen him It’s not pretty”
“Maggs … yuck! You know I hate it when you talk about eek andas fuck in the same sentence as my dad”
“He has tattoos and knows ebra “And he doesn’t have a dad gut And he doesn’t make rude bodily noises around your friends That makes him hot as—”
“Lalalalala!” I covered hter “Seriously, lots of people have tattoos And martial arts? Whatever … he’s all talk I mean … he teaches a community education self-defense class He kno to break soets pepper spray at a discount I’d call that paranoid, but not psychotic”
Maggie gripped the straps to her backpack and shrugged “Ethan said he was risking his life by telling anyone, but he swears your dad aiting for hiht when he climbed out of your bedroom ”
“My dad wasn’t horabbed a sports drink fro machine
“He’s telling people your dad threatened his or date his daughter from a wheelchair”
I coughed on my drink “No He didn’t say that”
“I’ everyone But seriously, Livy … as Ethan doing in your room?”
I s the door to the classroom “Just stuff”
Livy Knight Age Sixteen
“DAD! STOP!” I chased after my dad as he stalked up the sidewalk after Brendon Poor Brendon wasn’t wearing pants or a shirt, just a red pair of boxer briefs and the most terrified expression I had ever seen His clothes remained scattered on my bedroom floor—abandoned—just like his car across the street because … his car key was in his pants
“Livy Eloise Knight …” Dad pivoted toward ht at the street corner “Get Inside The House”
My bare feet slapped the concrete in the ordered direction, pounding the rhythm of my displeasure with each step—a retreat to my prison “You are such a hypocrite!” I spun around as soon as the front door clicked shut behind hi my arms over my chest, I canted my head and squinted at the overprotective warden
His gaze inspected every inch of er He didn’t like ht, ripped jeans, my pierced belly button, or the thin fabric of hts too It’s my body
“Bringhis jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth
“You’re ruining my life!” I balled my hands into fists
“Livy …” His eyes narrowed at me