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𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆: 𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐋𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬
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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓, 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋
𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒
The door burst open, and I spun around to find my dad standing in the doorway, his eyes zeroing in on Nathan. His expression darkened, anger radiating from him in waves.
"What the hell is a Scott doing in my house?" he demanded, his glare shifting to me.
I took a deep breath, my heart pounding as I grabbed Nathan's hand. I met my dad's furious gaze, trying to summon every ounce of courage I had. My mom appeared beside him with Leila in her arms, her face a mask of concern.
"Dad...Nathan is here because of me," I said, my voice trembling slightly.
My dad clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "Why?"
I looked at Nathan, who squeezed my hand, giving me the strength to face my dad's wrath. "Because—we're seeing each other."
The room fell into a tense silence. My dad's eyes flicked between us, his fists clenching at his sides.
"I'm going to kill him," he finally growled, charging into the room.
My eyes widened in panic. Nathan pushed me to the side and sidestepped my dad's initial rush, quickly returning to my side.
"I know you hate my family, sir. Mostly my dad," Nathan said, his voice steady despite the anger in the room. "But I like her. A lot."
My dad whipped around, fury etched into every line of his face.
I looked at my mom, and she cleared her throat, trying to intervene. "Nathan—"
But my dad wasn't going to give Nathan a moment. He rushed forward again, and Nathan looked at me. I nodded, stepping between them just in time.
"Get out of my way," my dad growled.
I shook my head, my heart pounding. "No. You're going to sit and listen."
"I don't have—" my dad started, his voice rising angrily.
"You never listen to me, Dad," I interrupted, feeling my resolve harden. "I know I'm a second thought to you because of Alex and basketball."
I paused, the weight of my words sinking in.
"And I always give in. But not for this," I said, pointing to my bed. I needed to do this now before my courage wavered. "Sit."
For a moment, it seemed like he might refuse, his jaw tightening as he glared at me. But then, with a reluctant growl, my dad finally sat on the edge of the bed, his glare never leaving my face. I let out a sigh, trying to steady my nerves.
