I climb on her bed and pull her to me as Larry stands angrily. His hands clench as he approaches the asshole standing at the door. I don’t know which fits him. The asshole or the monster? I will alternate them both.
“What are you doing here you dickhead?” Larry asks angrily still approaching him.
I should probably use dickhead too. The three names fit him perfectly.
“Calm down Larry. I just want to see my daughter.” He says glancing at Tamara but she buries her head on my chest and I hold her tightly caressing her hair.
“It’s okay. He won’t hurt you. We are here.” I assure her softly.
“Get your ass out of here!” Larry shouts gripping his dad’s collar. He is glowering at him.
This is about to get nasty.
“I want to talk to Tamara. I want to apologize.” He begs.
“She doesn’t want to
