Confrontation…

He’s relentless and I’m so not in the mood for this conversation tonight. “The last place you should go is to some stupid party. You don’t need to hang out with those losers, Logan. They will just drag you down and you’ll lose everything you’ve worked so hard for.”

Once my father digs in his heels, he’s like a pit bull. He will never let go. “Dad, I promised Callan we would do something tonight. We haven’t been out on a real date in months.” Shit. Now I’m thinking that was the wrong thing to say by the way he’s scowling at me. I should have just shut my f–king mouth and walked away.

His face turns crimson as he points his finger at me. “You know what you are? An ungrateful bastard. I’ve given up my life for you, so you could be the best quaterback, ever! Don’t throw your NFL career away for a girl, a party or just to get laid. Grow up, Logan!”

I’m not going to stand here and listen to his bullshit for one more second. When I try to go around him, he grabs my arm. “Dad, let me go. I’m over eighteen and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Callan and I are going to the party with or without your damn permission.” His fist connects with my jaw before I even see it coming. I’m splayed out on the lawn for the whole world to see. Well actually, the only person who’s watching is Mr. Avery. My dad’s best friend and Callan’s father.

Placing my hands firmly on the ground I try pushing myself upright as his fist connects for a second time. “F–k! What the hell is your problem?” I scream.

With every word that spews out of his mouth, he jabs his finger into my chest for emphasis. “Tell Callan, she’ll have to find another date for tonight because you have practice at five in the morning. Got it?” His voice stays calm as anger consumes me. The next thing I remember is Mr. Avery pulling me off of my father.

“Logan, that’s enough! Using your hands in anger is no way to solve this argument. Walk away.” What? The f–ker hit me first…

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