I stood across from the man that caused so much torment to my girlfriend and I had trouble keeping my cool. How was I suppose to be new and improved Y/n with this guy across from me. Messing up my floors, questioning me.
"I raised that girl and I won't let you keep her away from with your cancerous. She needs to come home." I tilted my head, sliding my hands into my pants pocket as I clenched them into fist. "She's my daughter."
"Miss Y/ln?" I heard Winona call from the doorway. "Everything okay?"
"Call Vivian... have her come down for me." I spoke in a low, barely audible tone. Once I heard her leave, I pulled one hand out to rub my chin. "You say that uh you raised her?" I mumbled and slowly walked towards him. "You raised her with what, your fist?" His eyes darkened as I got right up in his face, our heights pretty much aligned. "Or by the sick vile shit you did to her? Which one was it? Because I know for damn sure it wasn't with love and compassion like a real father-"
"I am a real father." He spat out and I chuckled bitterly, my other hand now coming out and he glanced at it with a smirk. "I know you can't get arrested again... would be a shame if that were to happen. Because strike three and.." I tilted my head down as he smirked. "You're out. So go ahead, put your hands on me."
"You don't know shit about my record." I hissed.
"Oh I don't?" I watched as he pulled a folded paper out of his pocket. "Ehem," he cleared his throat. "One, running from law enforcement, two thousand and seventeen. Two, battery and assault on August Alsina. Misdemeanors, two DUI's and drug possession." I clenched my fist again as he slid the paper back into his pocket, a smug grin on his lips. "I've been watching you Y/n, and I don't want you around my daughter. You're violent and dangerous-"
"I'm dangerous?!" I exclaimed, the corners of my vision starting to turn black. "You have no fucking right to call me dangerous because I'd never lay my hands on her. Unlike you." I blinked my eyes slowly, my hands shaking. "I would never.."
"You wouldn't?" He tilted his head and whispered, "Your manager, Dana, seems to have a different story-" I rushed forward and gripped his flannel, pushing him against the table but he kept smirking. "Ah there she is. The real Y/n that everyone knows."
"Y/n?" I heard Vivian say from behind me. I stared down at the older man, my hands itching to make his nose a little more crooked than it already was. His dark eyes turned taunting as he leaned his head up, beckoning me to do something. Vivian, not stepping forward, continued to call out to me. "Come on Y/nn... don't do something you'll regret."
I gripped his collar tighter between my fingers before grinding my teeth and pushing him back, quickly moving away before my mind changed. He sat back on the table in astonishment as I backpedaled slowly. "Call security, let them know he's never allowed in here or around the premises again." I barked at Winona and she nodded quickly while I walked past her.
Viv walked after me, and I fixed my cuffs, trying to do anything to distract me from marching back in there and giving his flannel a bit more red.
"Who was that?" She asked softly once we went back up into my office.
I saw the scotch on my bar area but I grabbed a glass and filled it up with water instead. "Alexa's dad." Everyone's eyes were on me as I took three large gulps, then quickly refilling it. "Her abusive dad."
"Oh." Dana mumbled. "Is he dead? Do I need to call your lawyer?"
"No." I said simply before turning to face then. "I didn't touch him."
"You're lying." Nylah said with crossed arms. "Not even a good knee to the gut?" I shook my head. "Why?"
"Because she can't." Vivian walked over with a folded paper held up. "Winona grabbed it as he left." I dropped my head as everyone looked at it. "Y/nn's might've been able to stay out of jail but.. she's only got one strike on her record left before they have to take her in-"
