C9 You're my number one youngster

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I shot him a glare, trying to make sure that my dad didn't notice what was going on between us. My dad could catch a glimpse, and I'm sure he'd kill him, burn his body to ashes, and flush those ashes down the toilet.

I managed to get him to remove his hands from my lap. “Are you okay there, pumpkin?” Dad inquired and I nodded in response.

I forced up a smile, “Yeah, I'm fine,” I lied