![]() ![]() This being the reason Carson hadn’t been prepared for his dad to have a go at him. Problem was, he could be silent and get his ass kicked too.īut his dad had a woman at their house, and even though they were both slaughtered on beer and vodka, if his dad had a woman (which he did surprisingly often, regardless that he was a jackhole, and not only to Carson), his father would have other things on his mind. He could apologize and get his ass kicked. He could defend himself and get his ass kicked. “What’s the point a’ you, boy? You good for nothin’?”Ĭarson had learned not to respond. “Trash fuckin’ stinks!” his father yelled. Doubling that, his left cheekbone stung from the back of his father’s hand slamming into it. So his hand came up to curl around the corner too late to soften the blow as the sharp pain spread from his temple though his right eye and into his jaw. ![]() It happened so fast that, despite all the times it had happened, and there were a lot, he still wasn’t prepared. AFTER HIS FATHER cuffed him, Carson Steele’s temple slammed into the corner of the wall by the refrigerator. ![]()
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