“Dad! Get off me! What are you doing?!” Scarlette screamed. She could feel one of Arnold’s thick, muscular arms wrapped around her waist. “Daddy! Please!” Kicking and grabbing, Scarlette didn’t have the strength to push the enormous man off her.
Arnold sighed and opened the front door, easily holding Scarlette. “There are consequences to your actions,” he said grimly. Even though the sun had set and the temperature quickly dropped, Arnold knew this was the last option before sending his daughter off to military camp.
“Somebody! Help! Please!”
“Would you shut up already? Nobody is around in these parts.” Arnold put his hand up and shielded his eyes from the rain and sleet. “God damn,” he muttered. Walking towards the sizeable red barn across the field, Arnold couldn’t believe it had come to this.
“Fine! Put me down!” Scarlette shouted. Her eyes darted wildly, searching for something to use as a weapon. Scarlette felt only grass on her hands, then suddenly felt a knot in her stomach. “I’m so sorry I went out with my boyfriend!”
Arnold pressed onwards into the barn and then closed the door behind him. “Why they build this damn barn across a damn acre away from the house, I’ll never know,” he said while wrapping a bike chain around the log. “There. Now you can stand on your own. You aren’t going anywhere.”
Crying, Scarlette begged him once again, “Daddy, please! Why are we here?!” She went to her knees and began to sob.
“You are going to be disciplined. Fucking your boyfriend was not in the cards. You know that! Come on, Scarlette! Get it through your fucking head, you can’t do whatever you want!”