129 The ambush

Ford. 

''Dad,'' I manage, my hands shaking as I hold unto the bag in my hand tighter. His eyes shift to my hand and I know there is no escaping him. 

Slowly, he presses his hand on the hands of the chair and stands up. My eyes look at everywhere in this hallway but him. there is a large picture on the wall above him of a deer and headlights. That is how I feel right now. 

Like a fucking deer caught in headlights. 

''Where are you going?'' he demands in question again. 

I don't know how to answer that question. 

''To Lance's apartment.'' I try with that. At least that is a little believable. He knows that we are close. 

''I thought I warned you to stay away from him.''

Oh shit, I forgot about that conversation. I don't have an explanation or a way to defend myself. I don't know what to say now but it is not like he can keep me in the house.