I grabbed Wendy by her shoulders and pull her away from the wall. I pull on her hair as I punch her in the mouth. I didn't know where the desire to beat her ass came from, but it felt good to do it. I didn't want to deal with her drama and her shit. God this feels amazing. I could feel the adrenaline along with excitement course through my body and veins.
I shove her back towards the desk, my hands balling into fists. I deeply breathe, not tired or winded. I watch Wendy and wait for her next move. I smirk seeing her cower in fear. I love this feeling.
"Got something to say," I growl out.
I watch her growl at me, then she tackles me to the ground.
"The fuck," I groan.
I end up kicking her in the stomach, making sure that I had the upper hand. I pinned her to the ground and slam an elbow into her nose. I then felt arms around my waist pulling me away from her.
"I'm not done with her," I shouted as I was pulled away.
I struggle to get back at Wendy, clawing at her as I growled lowly.
"Stop it," I hear a voice yell.
I look around, trying to find who was hold me back and whom the new voice belong to. My mind then went to Jax's children I had just met; had I woken one of them?
"Jax, I'll take her up to her room. Make sure to kick Wendy out.".
I look to Wendy, the anger renewed as I started to struggle again.
"Stop it, little one," a new voice said.
I knew it wasn't Jax this time, but who the hell was it. I blinked, tears welling up in my eyes as I realized who it was. I hadn't heard that voice in thirteen years.
"Room now," the man says, "We need to talk.".
I padded to the quest room, the one I was actually staying in. I felt stunned and in a daze. I heard the door close and there stood my dad. I sit on the bed, hands shaking. It couldn't be him, could it?
"I'm sorry I bailed on you and your mom.".
I open my mouth to say something but I shut it. I couldn't find the words to say anything thanks to the shock and daze I felt.
"Take your time. I know it's a lot to take in.".
"I-inhaler," I mutter when the adrenaline rush was gone. I pointed to my laptop backpack. I hadn't had an asthma attack in thirteen years. He goes and grabs it, then hands it to me.
I take a hit off it, slowly calming down. I look to the man, still shocked. I squeak a little when I speak, "Who.. Who are you?". I didn't truly trust this man when he had said he was my dad.
"My name is Tig. I knew your mom.".
"Everyone knew Misty Jay or Melissa, whatever she called herself," I mumbled, shaking my head, "She's in jail for running from cops.".
"Man she was always a rebel, not caring about the law or most people.".
I take my boots off, grimacing when I thought of the scar along the back of my neck. I shake my head again, just listening.
"We got married and had you. I'll take a paternity test if you want.".
"Mom never wore a wedding band," I sigh, scratching at the scar. It was healed but it always itched like crazy when I thought about how I was thrown by my maternal aunt through the back storm door of my old childhood home.
"She took it off when I split.".
"Fuck," I muttered under my breath. I move my hair to the side and lean down, rubbing at the back of my neck.
"What happened," he asked when he saw part of the scar.
"Was sent through a glass door," I sigh, "back first.".
"Who did that to you?".
"My aunt," I sigh again, "I was nine.".
"God I hated her, no offense little one," He tells me softly.
I pull my hair away more for Tig to see the whole scar, "None taken. Don't even remember the bitch's name.".
"She always had a thing against me when your mom and I were dating.".
I shake my head against, my shirt sliding off my shoulder a bit. A few burn like scars were now on show, along with the one on my neck, yet I had never told anyone where the burn like scars came from. I knew only my mom and dad knew. He looks down at my shoulder and sighs softly.
"What," I ask, covering my shoulder.
"I remember you got those cause you weren't careful when you were baking. You accidentally burned yourself.".
I blink, "How... How the hell do you know that!".
"I was there. You were 5.".
"If you were there, what did I help bake?".
"You were baking some cookies for your grandmas Christmas party. I remembered how happy you were that you were going to help.".
I blinked, my hand going to my shoulder. I closed my eyes, thinking of my nonna. I open my eyes and look back up at him. I saw that he was looking down at his hands waiting for me to say something.
"If you truly are my dad, what's my middle name and what did I call my grandmother," I ask.
"You called your gramma nonna because she loved you so much and also she didn't want to be called grandma. Your middle name is Rose, your mom's favorite flower.".
I blinked twice, opening and shutting my mouth until I said, "My middle name is Nicole.". Yet, what he said made sense.
"I wanted your middle name to be Rose but your mom insisted that you had to have the name Nicole. After her grandmother.".
A tear slipped down my left cheek.
Was he telling the truth?
