Unholy Cravings (Collection of Short Stories)
"But you did! And now I can't even walk into my own house without seeing you all over him. I can't unsee that, Sara. You're disgusting. A whore!"
I flinched, but I didn't move. "You're right to hate me. I hate myself too. But please—put the knife down. You're scaring me."
She laughed. A hollow, cracked sound. "Oh, now you're scared?"
"Layla," Carson said carefully, stepping closer, "Give me the knife."
"No!" she snapped. "I want her out! I want her gone! I don't want a filthy girl like that around my dad!"