Page 36 of Lessons In Grey
He held up his phone as she slid off the desk. “I was calling campus security.”
I rolled my eyes and headed for a desk in the front row.
“He was recording me,” Remi smiled as she bent down, picking up her bag, making sure Rags got a good look at her ass. “They usually can’t help it.”
I fell into my chair, pulled out a gummy worm, and slid it overmy tongue as I folded one leg over the other. What a perfect way to spend eighth hour.
Remi slowed as she neared my father. “Hey, Mr. Glass. You’re looking good.”
I chewed slowly. I hated everything about this. I folded my desktop down and pulled out a couple of notebooks as Remi left the room.
“How can I help you, Mr. Glass?” Rags asked as I got back to work. There was no point in fighting this. My dad believed what he believed. Whatever he needed to say to him, he would say, and I couldn’t stop it.
I’d let it happen and deal with the consequences later, besides, this could be in my best interest.
“It’s come to my attention that my daughter might have a drinking problem,” dad said blatantly. “Her therapist agreed.”
Former.
And I should have her disbarred at this point.
“I don’t see what this has to do with me,” Rags replied evenly. “I’m one of seven of her professors, I’m not a therapist nor am I trained in counseling.”
“No, but her writing class has always been one she admired the most, even now. She’s always writing. She respects you more than she respects any of her other professors, so I thought speaking to you might help her…regain control of her life.”
Regain control.
I wouldneverhave control. I had neverhad control.That’s why I was here. Why all of this…this…bullshitkept happening to me, because it was all just some big cosmic fucking joke!
The drunk driver had more control over the lives of my sister and mom then I did over my own goddamn life! And now, at 24 years old, my father was still trying to deal with my issues for me.
I guess this was my fault. I should have moved out, I should move out, but…fuck.
I couldn’t.
I deserved all of this. It was just another form of the punishment I needed to repent for what I had done.
“It is not my job to help you help her regain control,” Rags stated coldly, my face bright red. “So once again, I have to ask, why is it you’re coming to me?”
Dad sighed. “I’ve gotten rid of all of the alcohol in the house,” he said, my entire body turning to ice. “She’ll start going through withdrawals, so I need you to make sure that she’s not sneaking alcohol into thermoses to drink during class. That’s all. Excuse her if she needs excused. I’ll appreciate the discretion.”
Holy shit, I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t breathe.
I grabbed my temples between my thumb and index finger, a headache throbbing behind my eyes as I tried to focus on my lungs, how they refused to fill.
I could still breathe. It was physically impossible for the air in this room to be gone. Physically impossible. So I could breathe, my mind was just torturing me.
He got rid of the alcohol?
All of it?
Jordan really was going to kill me now. He truly,trulywas.
“Snowflake—”
“Jesus, just for onesecond,” I snapped breathlessly. “Fucking read the room.” I kept my eyes closed, one hand tightened around my pen, the other pressing into my temples, my pitiful nails digging into my skin.