I tilt my head up, searching for his eyes, to discover him towering in front of me. So close it feels intimate. So close the heat of his body washes over mine.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I promise.”

His nostrils flare and he leans closer. My eyes flutter closed as I imagine him dipping for a kiss. Instead, his murmured words tickle over my face rather than his lips. “Good girl.”

Male voices from down the hall have Mr. Park stepping away from me. I pop open my eyes just in time to see Darren and Mr. Erickson round the corner.

“Willa,” Darren calls out. “I’ve checked you both out for the rest of the day.”

I wince at the thought of riding home with both Levi and Darren after everything that’s transpired today. But it’s not like I have a choice. Nodding, I quickly make my way over to him. Darren places a heavy hand on my shoulder and squeezes. It makes my skin crawl. He’s not exactly the fatherly or affectionate type.

Feeling helpless, I glance at Mr. Park. He watches with a blank expression that leaves me hollow inside.

Darren ushers me out of the school and away from Mr. Park. The cold, wintery air blasts into me, making me wish I’d worn a coat today. His suped-up black Camaro is parked in the fire lane out front. Levi is leaning against the car, arms crossed as he waits.

“In the car. Both of you,” Darren growls, releasing his hold on me. “I’ve had enough bullshit today without having to deal with this.”

He hits the fob, unlocking the vehicle. Levi opens the door and lifts the seat, motioning for me to sit in the back. “Ladies first.”

I ignore him and slide into the back. Once they’re both seated and buckled in, Darren peels out, his lame rock music blasting through the speakers.

I wait for him to yell, like he’s known to do, but he doesn’t. It’s not until we’re home and making our way inside that he finds his voice again.

“Are you a fucking idiot?” Darren snarls at Levi. “I could go to prison for that stunt!”

Darren backhands Levi, sending him crashing against the wall. Levi grunts, rubbing at his cheek, a fearful glint in his normally mean blue eyes.

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Levi mutters. “I was just having some fun.”

“Fun?” Darren’s eyes narrow and the vein in his neck throbs. “When were these pictures taken? Before or after Willa’s eighteenth birthday?”

“After,” Levi says quickly. Too quickly. “I swear it.”

“And you,” Darren snaps, turning his venom on me. “Stop traipsing around our house half-naked like a little whore and maybe this shit won’t happen. For Christ’s sake. Go to your rooms before I beat the fuck out of both of you.”