Dom Wars Round Five
“With Tara's fingers laced in mine, I led her to our tent, and unzipped the flap. We both waved away any hovering insects and hurried to crawl into the tent and secure the flap. I took her in my arms and just held her, grateful to be near her.
A shadow moved between the fire and our tent and I heard Preacher tell Steve to get the portable radio so they could catch up on the news. Something told me he was trying to give us a small measure of privacy.
I hated when the bastard acted civilized. No doubt it was just a decoy to make me complacent while he plotted something incredibly painful or humiliating. My father had the same hypocritical ability to treat people decently only to knock them on their ass in the next instant. Just never any of the decency part for me. Unless it was in front of people he wanted to impress, make them think he was a great dad. I especially detested those lying moments with him. Fucking faking affection for his son.
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