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Embracing her friend.
Coffee with other friends.
Getting in and out of her father’s limo.
They got too close. Too fuckin’ close.
She’s smaller in person than she looks on camera. Tiny. Her small frame is no match for any would-be attacker.
Oh, don’t get me wrong. Aspyn’s a smart girl, but it’s worrying that she's not more aware of her surroundings. I know cameras have lenses, but still. This person has been following her for a while now. Tommy is lucky nothing happened before now, though he said the threats have been on and off for years.
“Say it, Aspyn. Does she have your new number?”
“She’s my best friend,” she says haughtily. “She can have my new number if she wants. I’m a grown woman. I don’t need my father's permission, or yours, or anyone else's, for that matter. In fact, I’m starting to think that this was a very big mistake.”
“You’re mad because I asked you if your best friend has your number?”
“No. I’m mad because I don’t even know what I’m doing here or why I listened to him.”
She has no idea the gravity of how bad things are, yet she still went along with it.
She’s got no life experience, which is why she does everything her daddy says, then questions it later.
“He’s only tryin’ to keep you safe.”
“So he keeps saying,” she mutters.
I know I should leave it, but I can’t seem to stop my gums flapping. “So, you disagree? Then why come?”
“I disagree with most of what my father says, not that it matters to him.”
“I think you do matter to him,” I say. “Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to these lengths to protect you from harm.”
She snorts. “Yeah, shows how much you know.”
So, I’ve established all is not well at home, no matter how pretty the picture Tommy painted of their relationship.
“I know a lot about bein’ someone who people don’t worry about,” I say.
The second the words leave my mouth, I regret them. Why are you saying these things? She doesn’t need to know your life story.
I feel her eyes on me once more. “Are you close to your parents?” she asks.
I almost balk at the idea. “My mom was a crack whore who overdosed when me and my brother were little, just after we got taken into care. My dad was a sperm donor. Don’t even know who he is.”
Her mouth falls open as I grip the steering wheel hard. I don’t need to divulge my secrets to this woman I don’t even know.
The notion is ridiculous.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
The last thing I want is her pity, for fuck’s sake. I don’t want anyone's pity.
“Don’t be. I turned out alright, considering.”
“That’s debatable.”
I shoot her a look, and she smiles softly. She’s kidding.
