*Derrick POV*
What the hell am I doing? I feel like I'm spiraling out of control. If I don't get a grip on reality soon, I will lose everything.
"Son, I want to speak to you about something. Can you come to the main house in fifteen minutes?" my dad asked as I answered his call. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, but I knew he would come hunting for me if I didn't.
"Yea, I'll be right there," I said coldly, and hung up the phone. After last night, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to anyone. I had crossed the line with my wife, and I was ashamed. I don't know what I am turning into, but I don't like it.
I have never laid my hands on a woman, and for me to do so to my very pregnant wife, it was the worst thing I could have ever done.
I grabbed my jacket, and peeked in on Kat.
