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all, you wouldn’t be making me marry a self-absorbed prick that fucks his real wife whenever he can. You wouldn’t let him rape and beat me and you wouldn’t have sent the only bit of happiness I’ve had in this God forsaken house away! I’m not your fucking daughter! I’m your pawn! Get it fucking right!”
    I didn’t care what this was going to cost me. The fact that he still threw around the word like it meant something pisses me off. I meant nothing to him. Never have I ever meant anything to any of them. NEVER!
    His hand smacks me hard across my face. My head whips to the side, but I refuse to let him see me cry, see that this hurt. Whipping my head back up to glare at him, he gets right in my face.
    “Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking bitch you wouldn’t have it so hard,” he hisses quietly.
    “Maybe if you gave a rat’s ass about someone else other than yourself, you’d see that you are no fucking father. You are an asshole that will be dealt what he’s deserved and I pray that I’m there to see it. Or even better, that I’m the one to give it to you.”
    Turning, I storm up the stairs with my father screaming and ranting behind me. Hurrying down the hall to my room, I slam the door in his face. Beau had always told me that sometimes you have to stand your ground.
    It’s very hard to do that when the ground always seems to meet your face when you do stand up to it. Throwing my purse on my bed, I dig under my pillow and grab out Logan’s picture. It was a picture of us, actually. We were sitting down by the river. I was between his legs with his arms wrapped around me. My head was tilted back looking up at him as he looks down at me. Our noses were touching and you could see the love in his smile.
    Tears fill my eyes. He was my heart. He was my everything. One day, I’ll be free of everything and hopefully it’s not too late to try and win him back. In life, I always set goals for myself. This was my end goal. Disgust my family to leave me the fuck alone and I am able to hopefully win the love of my life back.
    The problem is I worry that I may disgust him too.  It was just a bridge I’d have to cross when I got there.
    My phone vibrates in my purse. Pulling it out, I see I have a text from Lia.
     
    Lia: Those guys loved you. They’ve already called wanting to schedule another go.
    Me: Really?
    Lia: Yeah, that’s awesome. I have a feeling we’re going to make a killing on you.
     
    Sighing, that’s what I was afraid of. I think it would have been an easier pill to swallow if no one requested me.
     
    Me: Yay…
     
    I wonder if she’ll get my sarcasm there.
     
    Lia: This is what you wanted, remember? Being in high demand means you will make more and possibly get out from under your parents.
     
    Yeah, it was, she’s right. But it was also more of a chance that Logan will be so disgusted in me that he won’t want me back. That would make all this pointless.
     
    Me: I know it is, but I worry that this is going to backfire on me and not get me what I’m really doing this for.
    Lia: And what is that?
    Me: Logan…
    Lia: Oh honey. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll get you your man. I promise.
    Me: Someone once told me not to make promises they can’t keep…
    Lia: Guess it’s a good thing I plan on keeping this one. Sweetie, you two deserve to be together. I’ll make sure it happens.
    Me: I love you. Oh, I went off on my male parental unit.
    Lia: Shit! You make sure you text me every so often, so I know you’re okay.  You up for going out tomorrow?
    Me: Going out, or another ‘appointment’?
    Lia: You know me too well. Another appointment.
    Me: Sure, tell me where.
     
    Sometimes I wonder if this was the smartest decision I’ve made. In the end, it’s my only decision. Looking around my room, I sigh. If I cared about being here, I might have made an effort to do something with my room. Instead the walls are empty. The only furniture in the room is my four poster bed with a