“I was drunk, and you caught me by surprise,” he shouted as he shoved Laura roughly to the floor and stood up. Once his attention was all on me, L...ura crawled over and began untying my mom.“Drunk or sober, you’re just a bully who can only beat up women. You can’t even beat up a fifteen-year-old boy,” I goaded. He smirked triumphantly when I retreated a couple of steps as he advanced, waving the knife threateningly in front of him.“Chicken?” he asked, gloating. He saw me glance towards the women. I wasn't there to tuck them in. I wasn't there for some of my son's sports. I wasn't there for my daughter's first boyfriend. My ex and I had grown apart. We divorced when Michael was six and Marie was two. My ex began dating her now husband soon after I moved out. Marie has known two daddies most of her life. Michael got along with his stepfather, but he stayed closer to me than did Marie.I did not do them justice as an every other weekend father. I loved them dearly and I did the best I. Gail nodded when he asked, "Will all of the children go to sleep?" She did not look up when he asked, "How long does their nap usually last?" They usually sleep an hour, sometimes a little longer." That should give us enough time," Conyers replied moving his head to look down the hall toward the bedrooms.Unaware that in her nervousness she had crossed one leg over the other and was slowly swinging her foot back and forth, the man moved a little nearer so that her foot brushed the leg of his. Ritten by ShyA little background before you read!This story was inspired by a long-term recurring dream I could never seem to shake, as well as Peter Pan. It's one of my favorites and I've finally expanded upon it.