He held my jaw firmly between his fingers. His rough hand wrapped around my throat, making it hard to breathe "How many times do I have to tell you to stay away from that boy?" He seethed "Can't you see the way he looks at you? The way he can't take his eyes away from you? I should've taken care of him a long time ago!" he gritted out "Chase hasn't done anything wrong!!" I defended "I like him. I like how he makes me feel and you can't tell me what to do. You're not my dad!!!" I struggled to say He let go of me roughly tracing my body with his eyes, taking in my body in the skimpy dress Emily picked out for me. I shrunk into myself, suddenly feeling self conscious in front of Mr. Pierce's gaze. He laughed dryly "If you wanted to be treated like a slut, you should've just said that" he said his voice harsh and laced with venom.