After the movie, I tucked Lizzie in before leaving. Her room was pink and white with white French windows, a princess bed, a harp, a wardrobe and computer area. White glow stars stickers on the ceiling. So spoiled. As I opened the front door, car headlights shined on me. Fuck. Bill glares at me from the car window. He should be used to me sneaking out and in by now. I watch the asshole get out of the car. "I thought I told you to stay away, do you really wasn't me to file a restraining order?!" He bellowed.

"I'm leaving." I push pass him.

"It's about time she knew what you do?" He said with disgust.

This motherfucker. "And I'll tell her that her father play with girls that could be her sister." I glance back at him. Daring. "It's up to you." At that I walk off from a speechless dick of a father.

In my bed, a squeaky mattress, I stare up at my ceiling. It really feels dumb leaving my moms house, my bedroom, my sister...with that man. Mom would,be pissed as fuck at Bill for kicking me out. I need to find a way to take custody of both Lizzie and the house. The company too. This fucker had connections though...he knows judges and police officers, I bet he pays under the table, I bet that's how all the sexual claims were dismissed. This Amanda girl doesn't know what she's doing. I need to locate her, we both want the same thing...Bill behind bars. If this happened I'd take head of the company and his earnings of six hundred million dollars. But...let me stop daydreaming it's not happening. I have gym classes to teach in the morning.

At Planet Fitness, I take a shower and prepare the training room with yoga pads, bottle water and fiber bars. I chose a workout playlist from Spotify. In fifteen minutes a crowd of twenty people would pile in. A text hits my phone. Client 5 says the caller ID: We need eight bricks by midnight or the deal is off. An easy two grand. It's not like training two classes a day was paying off, I volunteered, so no dough was coming in other than from selling. I reply back with K. Knocking comes from behind me. I turn to see two detectives, one tall and one short and fat. One closes the door. "Mr. Pierce Jr."

"Yes?"

"Detective James, this is my partner Detective Harrison, We'll like to have a little talk." Harrison the hippo, my mind roasted.

"What is this about?"

"An Amanda Joy has filed a harassment claim against you, your trial is on July 25th at the county court, 8am." Harrison stated through labored breathing.

"You were looking for her yesterday at the university of Seattle, is that correct? Right after your father came onto her sexually. One might think that was a scare tactic since your father has had numerous sexual claims and no punishment."

I eye both of them. "I would like to get a lawyer before I answer any questions."

"Of course." James nods and hands me a contact card.

My feet pace the room once they leave. Scare tactic...harassment...what the fuck Amanda!