Hendrix

by Kelsey Clayton

“You're mad? Not because I lied to you but because of who he is?” He comes forward until he's right up against me. “Oh, I'm more than mad, but mark my words— Brenna is not going to have anything to do with him. I get a say, and I'm saying no.” His insinuations and tone push all my mama bear feelings to the surface. “You don't get a say, Topher! You're not her father.” It happens so fast I can barely even register it. His hand flies up and slaps me right across the face. The only thing that tells me it happened is the stinging feeling in my cheek. My eyes widen as I stare at him. Remorse overtakes his features, but it's too late. “Saige,” he breathes. “Don't!” I step around him and grab my phone off the dresser. “Don't come anywhere near me.” I rush down the hallway and into one of the many guest rooms, making sure to lock the door as soon as it shuts. Tears rush down my face. He hit me. He actually hit me. I collapse into the bed and let my sobs rock me to sleep.