I did as much as I could to sit there with Presley and my parents for as long as I possibly could, but it became too much too fast. Their incessant questions, and my father’s sideways glances were making me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t doubt for a moment that they had bought our lie, but I could tell from his body language that he was irritated at the way I had gone about it all. He did not like the fact that his control had been taken away from him in this situation.
While he was being more than friendly to Presley now, which I did appreciate, I did not think he was happy at the prospect it was me that had found her and not him. My Dad wanted that control over me. Like he always did. And that darkness lingering within his gaze as he looked at me told me this would not be the end of this
