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I just came to visit my daddy and his new dog. I wasn’t aware that his new German Shepherd was so…forceful.
Dealing with a vicious, horny dog was bad enough, but it was what my daddy did next that shook me to my core and humiliated the daylights out of me. How many men would daddy force on me? Would it ever end?
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While I had been away at college, mom and dad had split up. It was for the best. Dad was too controlling and mom spent every penny he made. It was a match made in hell.
I'd learned that once dad had left, he'd bought himself a nice little house and adopted a rescue dog - a German Shepherd - named Trouble.
I was soon to find out why his name fit.
"Hey daddy!" I wrapped my arms around my tall, muscular lumberjack of a father and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. He grumbled, but returned the affection.
I heard a low growling and looked down to see daddy's new dog staring intently at me, his ears pinned back and a low growl in his throat.
"Does he bite?" I shivered and pulled away from dad.
"Does he bite?" Dad barked. "That right there is a known man killer. He was literally hours away from being put down before I stepped in and took him."
READ MORE"Oh." I gulped as a shiver of terror ran down my spine. "You're...uh...going to lock him up while I'm here or something, right?"
Dad laughed uproariously at that. "In your dreams, sweetie. You know I love you. But I love Trouble more. If anyone gets locked up --" He stared directly into my eyes with his piercing gaze. "It's you."
A tear welled in the corner of my eyes as I heard those vicious words tumble from my father's lips. I knew he was not exactly an honorable man, but I didn't know he was this bad.
I will admit, I seriously contemplated just turning around and leaving - and looking back on it, I should've done exactly that - but he was my father and I hadn't seen him in awhile. Maybe he was just joking.
But, then again, maybe he wasn't.
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