Daddy’s Good Girl
I want to be free of you, Isaiah.
Oh God, I can't believe I actually said that to him. What was I thinking?!
“I didn’t mean to hurt you that night,” I said quietly. “I… I didn't mean what I said.”
“I know, baby girl,” He hummed, running his fingers soothingly over my scalp. “You were hurting,”
“I'm always hurting,” I murmured, sighing when he began rinsing my hair.
“How long?” He asked.
“What?”
“For how long did that bastard touch you?”