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“Because I wanted to see you, Patrice. I told you last time. I’m dying.” His skin looks a little greyer today. Is it bad that I want him to drop dead right this very minute?
“Yes, but what does Julie get out of it? What has sheevergot out of it?”
He frowns. “Can’t her love for me be enough? She wants me to be happy before I leave this earth.”
I shake my head. “Nope. That’s not it. Does she like to watch? Is that it? Because she has a video of you and me together. Did you know that?”
The slightest smirk flashes across his face before he manages to hide it. I wonder if the button camera picked it up.
“You really want to know this stuff, Patrice?”
“Yes,” I sit forward on the chair eagerly. “I reallydowant to know.”
“Fine, I’ll tell you if you lift your t-shirt up for me. I’m surprised to see you dressed so casually. It’s not like you to wear clothes that aren’t easy to get into.”
My eyes narrow. “How would you know that? You’ve seen me twice in the last five years.”
“Oh, Patty. I’ve had eyes on you for years. I’m your father. Of course, I kept an eye on you.”
I bolt out of the chair with my fists clenched at my sides and step forward. “You arenotmy dad! Stop saying you are!”
Brian stands then, wrists chained together as he steps forward to put his toes on the line that divides the room.
Shit. I thought he was restrained to his chair.
“I will never stop saying it, Patty. Ever. You are mine! I knew the moment I held you in the hospital the day you were born that I’d never love anything more than you.”
“What!” I flinch back, my head trying to make sense of his words.
“Your mother tried to keep you from me, but she couldn’t hide. I found her each time she ran. I tried to reason with her. I made an offer I thought she wouldn’t refuse. All she had to do was hand you over, and I would make sure she had all the money she needed to feed her drug addiction, but the bitch wouldn’t give you up, Patty. I had to take matters into my own hands.” He steps over the line, and I back up, shaking my head, not wanting to hear what he has to say. “It was so easy. She was known to sell her body for drugs, so no one would think twice about finding her dead from an overdose. It all fell into place after that. Your other foster parents were money hungry. A simple money exchange and they made your life hell, allowing the social workers to step in and remove you from them. Julie helped me each step of the way.”
What? He paid my other foster parents?
“Stop! You’re lying!” I step back again, needing to put distance between us, but my heels hit the chair, and I collapse back into it.
“I’m not lying, Patty. You are my daughter. I am your biological father, and we were always meant to be together.” He looms over me now, grinning like this is the happiest fucking day of his life. “Julie was the perfect partner to help convince Child Services we were the right people to take you in. She was just as excited to have you with us. Sure, she was nasty to you, but she had to be that way in order for you to trust me. Every time we went into the playroom, Julie was behind the mirror, watching to make sure I treated you just right. Sometimes she would tell us what to do. Do you remember that?”
I blink rapidly, my lower lip wobbling as memories rush in.
“She loved watching us so much that she used to record it. It really meant a lot to her that we shared our time together with her.”
“You’re sick,” I mumble, tears streaming from my eyes as Brian leans down, his face hovering mere inches from mine.
“Yes, I am sick. I have cancer. I am dying, and I want time with you before I die. Now be a good girl and lift your shirt for daddy.”
I want to smack him in the face. Scream. Punch. Kill. But first, I need to know about Julie. Just a little more. I don’t know any other way to get the information from him other than going along with him. Making him think I care about him.
I fight really fucking hard to hold in the need to shiver, and I prepare myself for what I have to do.
“Daddy?” I whimper, nearly gagging at the innocent tone I use to reel him in. I fucking hate using the word I use with Ty.
His face softens, and he smiles, crouching down in front of me, his hands lifting to take hold of mine in my lap.
“Patty. I’ve missed you.” His pupils are dilated as he looks at me excitedly.
“I don’t want you to die.” My tears are real, but my words are a lie. I want to gut the fucker right now.
Reaching up, he strokes my forehead before moving to fiddle with the hair tie holding in one of my buns.
