Chapter 72 Nellie
Nellie
I stand there, my fingers gripping the Glock, squinting at Dad’s head.
Ever so slightly, I squeeze the trigger.
Though not all the way. I want to but can’t make my fingers follow through.
As if he can sense me, Dad freezes, spins around, sticks his hands up as if I’m holding him at gunpoint, which, obviously, I am. His face warps into a contorted mask. “What the fuck, Nellie!”
I keep the Glock trained on him.
I can’t help it; torturing him right now feels so good after what he did to Mom. To us.
He takes a step forward, hands still raised, face scrunched up like he’s confused.
My heart is racing now, and my hands start to shake.
“Nellie!” he shouts. “Put the goddamn gun down! Have you lost your mind?” His eyes are pleading and sad. And—best of all—scared shitless.
After a few long seconds, I lower my arm, set the gun on the shelf.
I rub my hands together, work out the soreness.
That’s when Dad breaks into a run at me.
He grabs me by the shoulders, squeezes me, his eyes knifing me. “What the fuck was that?”
I twist out of his grip, start walking toward the car. “I could ask you the same thing.”
“What?” he yells at my back.
“Just forget it,” I spew over my shoulder.
Forget you.
The whole ride home Dad interrogates me. “What kind of stunt was that? Have you forgotten the basic rules of gun safety? Why the hell were you pointing a gun at me? Are you mad at me? Did I do something?” Blah, blah, fucking blah.
I stay silent, let him fidget, make him squirm.
He deserves every bit of feeling like this. I’m so enjoying pouting, sulking, making him guess. He must know I know.
But I don’t want to confront him just yet. I’m still working on my plan for Dad, how I can best use this against him and for my own benefit. Hold it over his head for ransom? Wait to blurt it out when there are a lot of people around? It’s too good.
I finally understand the expression revenge is a dish best served cold. While I’m usually the hotheaded one, I need to cool down, make sure the revenge I’m going to unleash on Dad will be the most punishing.
He’s got it coming.