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Chapter Forty Eight
POV Jake
Johnny
I answered the door, only to find that Dance Teacher standing there. Johnny. The man who had officially ruined my Daughter's reputation. And worse still, she had done it for him. She had shattered anything left to salvage by giving herself up for him. It was his fault. And Johnny probably didn't even care.
"Doctor Houseman, could I ah..." I scowl at him. He'd already done enough. Couldn't he just get on with it? Did he need to hurt Baby any more? Couldn't he just stay out of our lives, and hurt someone else? Johnny pulled off his sunglasses. "Look, I'm going anyway, and... I know what you must be thinking-"
How dare he! A Dancer came into our lives, took Baby's innocence, and thought he could make presumptions about me? "You don't know anything about me!" I shout. "Anything at all,"
"I know you want Baby to be like you," He answered. It is shocking how true that was. But it could never be, because of him. "You know, the kind of person that does things to make other people look up to them. Well, Doctor Houseman, Baby is like that. I mean, if you could just see-"
"Don't you tell me what to see!" I shout. I didn't want to hear any more about what he thought of my Daughter. I didn't want to feel guilt in what was going to happen to him. It was just easier to believe he had never cared about her. Easier to believe he had seduced her into his bed, than to believe Baby's feelings for him weren't one sided. "I see someone in front of me who got his partner in trouble, and sent her off to some... butcher, while he moved on to an innocent young girl, like my Daughter,"
Johnny stopped, looking coldly at me. His expression is resigned, clearly stating one thing: Johnny was done here. "Yeah, I guess that's what you would see," He answered icily.
Johnny turned and walked away before I could ask what that meant. I didn't know Johnny. I could shout that he didn't know anything about me, but I didn't know anything about him, either. Only a little.
I knew that just now had been an attempt to make nice. I knew that he had tried to thank me when I helped his friend, and I had refused. After what he had just said, I was wondering, if it was possible if there was more to him than what I had seen. Above all, I knew that when he had been asked for an alibi, he had said nothing about Baby. He had kept their relationship a secret, not wanting to give her up. Even though it meant he would be fired. She had been the one to reveal it. Not him.
Dear God, was it possible that I had just made a horrible mistake?