DeAndre
The moment my father left the office, I bolted out the building, hopped in my car, and drove the 20 miles to my parents’ house with Anthony riding shotgun beside me. He had asked to drive me, but I turned him down. The only person that I could talk to was my mother, because obviously my father had lost his damn mind.
“We can take care of this,” I heard Anthony say. “Just say the word and we can make him disappear.”
A low chuckle escaped my throat, but I kept my eyes glued tightly on the road ahead as I sped through traffic, “Oh we will, he will disappear, but first I need to talk to my mother,” I said, bitterly. My mother was the only person I could talk to about anything and she’d be on my side, while my father acted as if I were a parasite.
Ever since I was young, he had be
