“That’s not nec—” “Do you have a problem with taking your sister to school?” Trent interjects, cutting me off. Being referred to as Knox’s sister makes me want to vomit. Knox’s voice is so low I almost don’t hear him respond, “No.” “No, what?” his father snaps. The muscles in Knox’s back coil. “No, sir.” Jesus. I knew Knox and his dad weren’t particularly close, but their relationship makes the one I have with my mother look like rainbows and butterflies. Then again, Knox is a sadistic psycho, so I can understand why his dad wants to keep him on such a short leash.
