R H A P S O D Y

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A/N: Trigger warning: Briefly mentions suicidal thoughts
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{Dahlia's POV}
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"I like titties as much as the next guy, but the last thing I wanna see when I get on Instagram is a whole bunch of titties on my own daughter's page." Dad went on.

I put my black hoodie on and closed it tighter, hiding my face a little. What it didn't hide, the big black sunglasses I was wearing did. I took a long slurp of my slushie as I watched him continue to pace in front of the couch that me and my siblings were on.

"Now, I understand you weren't the one who posted them, but Dahlia, if you'd just told me that this girl was picking on you I could've put a stop to it and none of this would've happened! I could've gone to the school and kicked her ass or talked to the principal or both! Instead, you didn't tell me anything and I had to figure out for myself—and with the help of Parker's itty bitty titties—that something like this was going on."

Barbie cooed as Denny bounced her softly on his knee. I side-eyed him, wondering what in the hell he was here getting lectured for. He stared straight ahead, wearing his own pair of big, black sunglasses. He was wearing no shirt, black suspenders and pants, black platform heels, black lipstick, and an afro wig...Barbie was dressed similarly with her own little wig and black leather pants and a leather jacket to match...I really wanna know what the hell he's here getting lectured for.

"Denny--" I whispered.

He shook his head as he continued to stare ahead. "I will not be accepting any questions at this time." He mumbled.

"You are class president, Dahlia. You're supposed to set the example and yet you've got an Instagram page filled with titties and a two-week suspension for filming another student's sex tape—which wasn't all that great if you ask me—and then punching said student in the face. And—And why would you do that in front of the principal?! I taught you better than this, Dahlia. You have to be smarter. If you're gonna punch somebody in the mouth, you need to do it when there are no witnesses around! How complicated is that?!" Dad continued.

"Um...Look, I don't wanna get in the middle of this, but...I feel like maybe the lesson here shouldn't be 'Dont punch people when witnesses are around.' Maybe the lesson should be 'Just don't punch people.' You know?" Josephine mumbled softly from the chair across from our couch.

Dad chuckled and sent her a loving look. "Darling, please. Let me handle this, okay? If my kid is gonna beat somebody's ass, she needs to learn how to cover her tracks."

"Remember the night of the play? When you said 'We Does are not violent people and we don't get into fights'? What the hell happened to that?" Cora questioned.

Cora was sitting beside me, no longer high and looking absolutely miserable. Her clothes and hair were disheveled, her makeup smudged, and I could tell she'd been crying. I honestly feel really bad and I wanna talk to her but I don't know how. I'll figure it out soon, but it won't be tonight. It's already, like, two in the morning. I'm exhausted and I'm just ready to get to me and Denny's house and lay down.