FREAKS FOR DADDIES
My dress was huddled around my waist, and my body was marked with his bites and handprints, and now he was acting like none of this had happened, as if he could erase everything we just did with a few words.
“But… Daddy-”
“Don’t,” he cut me off sharply, eyes flashing red. “Get cleaned up and go downstairs. Go meet your friends, and tell no one about this. This was a huge mistake, a one-time lapse in judgment. I’m Elena’s father, and you’re her best friend. Whatever we just did ends here.’