ROXETTEI stepped into the apartment with a secret smile still playing on my lips, the kind I couldn’t wipe off no matter how hard I tried.For a few blissful seconds, walking through that dingy hallway, I let myself enjoy it.Then I stepped inside the apartment and the smile died on my lips.Dave was sprawled alone on the couch, a half-empty beer bottle dangling from his fingers. No sign of my mom anywhere. The air smelled like stale smoke, cheap alcohol, and that sour, greasy stench that always clung to this place.I closed the door behind me with a soft click. The happy little bubble I had been floating in popped instantly.“Where’s Mom?” I asked, my voice flat and guarded.Dave didn’t even bother looking at my face. His bloodshot eyes dragged slowly down my body, starting at my heels, crawling up my bare legs, lingering way too long on the short skirt I had worn for Chandler, then moving higher to my chest. The look was so openly perverted, so hungry and entitled, that my skin c
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