Chapter 33

Savannah

The ride home is silent, grave, and eerie. I don’t even have time to complain about the speed he’s going. Besides, he makes sure not to take it to too dangerous a limit.

That’s the one thing about my dad that I guess I love. Despite the fact that he’s two steps away from strangling me, he still cares about me, cheers and tries to make me feel as comfortable as possible. Even with that intense side-eye glare, he still asks me,

“Is it okay, or do I slow down a little?”

“Do whatever the fuck it is you want,” I spit.

“Hey, don’t fucking curse at me, young lady,” he raves and slaps at the steering wheel.

“Well, you’re cursing at me too,” I counter.

“You cursed at me first, and I’m telling you to stop it. Fucking stop it! I’m your father, and you treat me like one and respect me when I say don’t curse, don’t fucking curse!” He bellows, actually making me quiet down. I actually haven’t had him shout at me like this in a while, and I