Fire and determination bubbled in the pit of my belly. Ripping myself away from Hendrix’s iron-like hold, I placed two hands on Daddy’s chest and pushed—hard. He stumbled back a foot. I wasn’t necessarily strong but I was angry as hell. My chest heaved and I narrowed my eyes. I loved my Daddy with my entire heart but I’d be damned if I let him tell me what I was going to do with my life. “You don’t get to make that decision.”
