Marked By My Best Friend's Dad
“Why would you,why him?”
I swallowed hard
.
“He’s older,” I said, voice shaking. “He’s your dad. My best friend’s dad.”
Every word felt like a weight pressing down on my chest.
“I would never hurt you like that,” I said, and that part was true. “Never. You have to trust me.”
She hesitated.
That pause nearly destroyed me.
“I don’t know what to believe,” she cried.
I reached for her before she could pull away, wrapping my arms around her, holding her the way I always had,like I could keep the world from touching her if I just held on tight enough.
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