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After detention, I meet up with Logan outside. He jumps into his car and turns to me with a grin. "Hop in shorty, let's grab some fro-yo, and then we can watch a movie."
I climb into the car, and he pulls out of the parking lot. For a few minutes no one says anything. Shifting around I decide to tell him, "Logan? I kinda have to go home today. Conner told me in homeroom. Apparently I've been summoned."
His grin fades and he looks away. "That's fine, I'll drop you off then."
"Thanks, but I should probably go home in my car."
He looks at me with a blank face and asks, "How long will you stay?"
"Hopefully just today. And Logan I know you hate that I have to go back there, but one more year and I'm free, kay? Just remember that. Don't worry, I'll call you if he touches me."
"Why, Alicia? Why won't you let me help you?"
"Help me how?" I snap back. I seriously do not need to hear this from him again.
"We could tell the police! Or—"
"We tried, remember? You need evidence. We don't have that," I reply coldly.
He flinches then sighs, giving up. "Fine. Have it your way. I just hate seeing you hurt."
"I know. I know, Lala."
***
"Conner? Conner? Conner for fuc—"
"I'm right here, chill, Alicia."
"Where's the donor?"
"Who?"
"You know, our sperm donor?"
He glares at me before answering, "You mean our Dad?"
"No, I mean your Dad, my sperm donor."
"Whatever, he's upstairs in the study. He wanted to see you."
"Okay, I'm heading up then, save me some pizza."
Conner nods and walks off to the kitchen. I walk up the steps, fear pooling in the bottom of my stomach. I begin sweating, and feel my lunch coming up. Taking a deep breath, I open the door to the study, leaving it cracked open a little so Conner can hear. I face the man who is my father and the memories hit me.
'"Oh, Alli, come here," he purrs at me.
Nononono, I desperately beg inside my head.
"Please, Daddy. I'm tired today. Not today."
"Ali, I didn't give you a choice. Come here now." Tears begin to pool in my eyes as I violently shake my head, begging, "Please. Please. Don't do this." He walks over, growling, and throws me onto his desk. Climbing up, he pins me down and begins to trail kisses down my neck. "You. Don't. Have. A. Choice," he says in between kisses. His tongue swirls down my shirt and down to my navel. I try to tune it out. But he never lets me.
"Ali. Ali. Kiss me. Now," he pants. I shake my head and he slaps me hard, before ripping off my clothes. He plunges inside me again and again, until I beg him to stop. The pain is overwhelming, but I'm used to it, used to all of it—
"Ali?" His voice breaks through the memories.
I shake my head before answering, "Yes?"
"I just wanted to let you know you have re-earned your credit card privileges. Here you go," he hands me the card, and then dismisses me. "That's all. Now leave me. I'm busy."
Silently thanking the gods in my head, I turn to leave, but not before he calls out, "However, I will be needing to see you again on Tuesday, next week." I nod and hurry out before he can say anything else.
Conner is waiting at the bottom of the stairs with two slices of cheese pizza sitting on a paper plate. Smiling, I grab the plate from him and happily gobble down the two triangles of heaven while walking toward the front door. Instead of going up to his room, Conner keeps pace with me. I pause, look over at him, and raise my eyebrow to ask what he's following me for.
"Want to explain why you looked so pale going in?"
Stiffening, I turn away from him and keep walking. Conner and Malaya, my older prodigy sister, never knew what my Father did to me. And Father liked it that way. If they ever found out...I shake my head at the thought.
"I was just worried, but guess what?! I got my card back!"
"Yay," Conner states in monotone.
"Whatever, I'm out. Catch ya later, Con."
"Whatever," He speaks, and walks away. What's his issue? I shrug and run out to my car. Backing out, I dial Logan's number. He picks up on the first ring,
"Hey Lala, I'm coming over. You will not believe how civil me and Conner were being. I think I actually smiled once. I'll be there in 5. Love ya. TTYL. Ciao." I hang up before he can reply and turn up my radio. Stitches comes on and I begin to sing along to Shawn Mendes's heavenly voice.
Got a feeling that I'm going under
But I know I'll make it out alive
If I quit calling you my lover and move on
You watch me bleed until I can't breathe
Shaking, falling onto my knees
And now that I'm without your kisses
I'll be needing stitches
I park outside of Logan's home and jump out of my car. I make my way upstairs to Logan's room, passing by the kitchen where Logan's mom is icing a cake. "Hey Auntie! Cake looks delish!" I call out.
"Thanks, dear!"
I burst into Logan's room and see he's stalking Amanda Lionine, the dance captain, on her Instagram. Without turning he asks, "What do you think of Amanda?"
"She's a bitch," I reply flopping onto his bed.
"Noted, but I mean pretty-wise?"
"What do you want me to say, Logan?"
"Just answer."
"Fine. She's like a mega super fucktruck."
"Damn, but I'm just like a plain fuckcycle, so I can't have her.""Really, Logan? I could've told you that," He shoots a glare towards me before turning up his music, effectively shutting me up.
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Edited: 3/16/16 by cravinq-rain <3
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