Next thing I know, his hand seizes my chin, gripping it so hard it hurts as my lower back digs into the counter. “Watch your mouth, young lady.” He’s out of his mind. There’s no other explanation for it. “Fuck you.” I look at my mother, who’s now peering down at the floor. “Are you really gonna let him speak to me that way?” Because my dad would never. “I will not tolerate disrespect in my house.” Trent raises his hand. “It’s time you learned—” “Dad,” Knox barks, wedging himself between us. “Aspen didn’t know the rule.” The rule? Jesus. This place is becoming more like a prison every
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