Neil looked at me again, his eyes inspecting me. I wonder if he knows that I love his daughter. I wonder if he can see it written all over my face. I wonder if he knows that's the whole reason why I'm here right now, doing this to him.
"However, you won't be so lucky," Dad said as he walked around to the back of the chair.
Much to my surprise, Dad cut the rope that had Neil pinned to the chair. The rope fell to the ground, and then so did Neil when Dad tipped him out of his chair. Dad tossed the chair behind him, and took a step back. Neil was on his knees in front of me, breathing heavily. He looked like a weak, bloody mess.
Neil stared at me while my dad tied his hands behind his back. He didn't even try to fight back. Just inspected me with his gaze, like he was reading my soul.
"No
