VICTORIOUS ... MAKING IT THROUGH THE A-Z CHALLENGE ...

Good morning all,

First, I'd like to welcome all me new friends. I hope to say hi to all of you personally this weekend, when I play catch up for the millionth time. Thanks everyone for your amazing patience.

I hope you are having a good week so far. Another insane week here in sunny Florida, but I am barely managing to keep up. How do you all do it? Write, family, work, play? Not enough hours in the day for me. I guess we all feel that way at times.

Anyway. Yesterday's post was a true mystery, but one of you did get quite close. Carrie with undergarment. I must admit I though of that first, but then as I continued with the story, I changed my mind to "Undressed."

Today's post is an excerpt from my latest novel, currently out on query. It represents the tone of my book and the kind of world many of us unfortunately have endure. Just listen to the news and it will give you a good idea ... sadly.( Ooo, lots of adverbs today... bad Michael.)

This one should be a very easy one to guess. I hope it doesn't upset too many of you. I know it upset me as I wrote the scene.

Have a great day everyone and I hope all is well in your world.

The simple act of moving the sheets tired my strained muscles. I pulled myself out of bed and threw on some shorts and dragged the chair back to my desk. 

Blazing sunlight blinded me as I entered the hall. Dad appeared out of nowhere and held up hair clippers. 

No! He’s not? 

“Move.”

Shit. He is. 

“Dad, my hair isn’t long. Please, Sir. Don’t do this.” 

He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me into the bathroom. “If you hair was short enough I wouldn’t be able to do this. Would I?” he sneered. “We can make this easy or hard? Your choice.” He pushed me down on the toilet bowl.

Yeah, like I ever have a choice, you son of a bitch. 

My blotched red face reflected back at me as I watched the devil sheer my crown of glory. Waves of dark brown hit the floor. In two minutes the mutilation ended. Only a five o’clock shadow remained on my skull. 

“Now you look like a son of mine.” His mouth curled into a sinister smile. “Clean this up. Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes.”

I’m not your son. No dad would humiliate and torment his kid this way. 

I scooped up the remnants of my former glory, lifted the toilet seat and flushed. My hazel eyes turned emerald under heavy black brows, never a good sign. How I wanted to crack his skull or carve him like a turkey. The thought sparked a glint in my eye. 

But how to do it and not get caught? Snap out of it Aidan. You’re not a killer. Yeah, but this is self defense.