Chapter 17

I shrugged. "He was my Dad," I said. I knew that calling Alex my Dad upset him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, turning his knuckles white. I saw the vein on the side of his head, popping out, pressing against his skin.

"Did he ever lay a hand on you?"

"No!" I yelled quickly, slapping my hand over my mouth at my abrupt response. I was afraid that he'd be upset at me for yelling, but he didn't say anything about it. "He never hit me or layed a hand on me." I said. "Now that I know the whole truth, I hate him for keeping it from me, but I'll never be able to truly hate him," I admitted. "Even if he did keep me from my family."