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“What happened?” He was staring at my stomach.  
    I opened my mouth, but Taylor cut me off. “She left the other day and when she came back she had those.”
    “Are you fucking kidding me? Why is she naked?” His eyes were wild. “Why are you naked, Faye?” He jerked a hand through his perfectly styled hair ruffling it. “Why was she asking you for coke, dad?”
    “Calm down son, just calm down okay? Let’s go down stairs and I’ll tell you everything.”  
    Rhett shook his head. His face was red, his eyes everywhere, going back and forth between Taylor and I. “No. Tell me what happened.”
    I knew this was my chance. It was my chance to tell the truth. My chance where someone could actually believe me. It could happen. I could escape this life. This house of horrors that had become my home.  
    “He—”
    “She’s a cocaine addict, Rhett.” Taylor cut me off. His voice was sad, disappointed. Like I was the cause of that disappointment.  
    “What?” Rhett stared down at me confused. “And you were just what? Giving her some? While she’s fucking naked?” He jerked his gaze away from me and shoved both of his palms against Taylor’s bare chest, forcing him to stumble backward and bump into the dark wood dresser that held a big flat screen TV. “Were you going to fuck her?” he shouted. “Have you been fucking her?” He made a fist and swung before Taylor could answer. Taylor didn’t even have a chance to move out of the way. Rhett’s fist caught him right in the cheek, causing a split just under his eye.
    “Dammit, Rhett. Shit!” Taylor pressed his palm to his face and righted himself. “It’s not what you think.”
    “Then explain it to me. Now.” He popped his knuckles and shrugged his jacket off letting it land on the floor in lump behind him. I was much in the same position as the coat. Just a lump on the floor. A pathetic, useless lump that had been seconds away from my little taste of heaven before it was jerked away.  
    “She admitted to me after she came home that she had a drug problem.”
    “So you got her some?” Rhett asked angrily.
    “I didn’t know what do!” Taylor threw his hands up. “She’s my little girl. I raised her! I didn’t want her to be on drugs, but I couldn’t handle the pain the withdrawal was putting her through.” He shook his head back and forth as if it tortured him for me to be in pain. As if the very thought wrecked him, as if he wasn’t the cause of it all. As if he didn’t revel in those moments when I begged him for the drugs and for his cock. “So I got her some. I have connections at work.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Rhett flexed his fists.  
    “I had no choice. I gave her some, but I told her I wanted her to get clean, that I would help her. That those drugs were all I was going to give her. And when she ran out, that would be it.” He rubbed his chin hard. “But it wasn’t enough. She demanded more, but I didn’t give it to her. So she left.”  
    “No.” The word was out of my mouth before I realized I had spoken. Rhett whirled around, he was breathing hard, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly.  
    “What?”
    “That’s not what—” But the look on Taylor’s face made me choke on my words. It was like nothing I’d ever seen. It was more than anger. It was fucking fury. The look that covered the face of psychos who murdered innocent people. It was a look of a man who would destroy anything and anyone to keep the truth from coming out. I snapped my mouth closed immediately.
    What if I tell him and he doesn’t believe me? He will leave and then what will Taylor do?  
    I didn’t want to find out.  
    “What is it, Faye?”
    I shook my head and looked down at my knees, I’d drawn them up to cover my body. I wrapped my arms around them and closed my eyes.  
    No one will ever know the truth. And that thought wounded me. Destroyed me.
    “I just got home from work. I pulled my shirt off as I