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King, however, glares down at us, a muscle tightening in his jaw. “Gwen. Come out. Now.” She flinches and starts trembling uncontrollably. He’s my friend and her father, but I’m about to punch him hard enough to send him into another coma. He’s scaring her right now. I know it. I see it in her eyes, where the gray has staked a claim. Since she’s his daughter, she doesn’t know him to be cruel or a bully. She doesn’t know how brutal he can get, but she’s seeing it now, and I can tell she doesn’t want to go. She doesn’t want to face that tyrannical part of him. But I nod again, because if she doesn’t, he’ll turn the crazy up a notch. She hesitantly places her hand in his and he pulls her out of the water in one sweep. I take a breath and start to climb out. When I’m halfway there, he jams his foot against my chest and shoves me back into the pool again. Motherfucker. “Dad!” I hear Gwyneth’s shriek when I resurface, coughing from the water again. At this rate, I’m not getting out of here.