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(present)
'Blair.' I say, looking at her beautiful eyes, now filled with anger, spite.. loss.
'I'll see myself out.' She deadpans and without another word leaves.
I turn to face my father, a victorious look in his eyes.
'We need to talk.'
'Becker, wait here.' He says to the man on the floor, and I follow him into his office.
He sits down on his leather chair, I, remain standing.
'Ryder, who is he?' I ask, trying to keep my tone as neutral as possible, this man doesn't deserve the title of father.
'My worker son.'
'What relation does he have to her?'
'That's a question for Clifford not me.' He says, a ominously knowing look on his face.
I take in a breath and turn to the door.
'Son.' He smirks 'Well done, with the girl I mean.'
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My head spins as I tumble onto the floor. My legs crumble onto some unknown road I escaped to.
My hands tug at the grass on the side of the road as I try to level my breath.
I scream in fury, pain, as I hit my hand against the concrete road, leaving my hand red and raw. I got over this, I thought it was over, I was fine, why the fuck did I ever come here!?
I focus on controlling my breath, and steadily lift myself off the ground. I think back to Calvin, then to Mr Kingsley, he knew, of course he fucking knew.
