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I’ll be your daddy now
Little Reece
Doesn’t every good girl need a daddy
What. The. Actual.
Fear and angst rise in my throat.“Daddy?What the heck…”
It’s sick.
And wrong.
And scary…
But somehow mixed in with the fear is a delicious thread of danger…
One that trickles through my core like a hot lick of a flame.
I should delete this number. I should tell someone. I should probably call the police.
But I don’t do any of that.
Instead, I reply.
How far will I let this go?
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Emilia
Tonight isthatnight in my house. The one terrible night of the year that the men in my family lock themselves in my father’s study and drink too much whiskey, thereby avoiding their emotions. Not that the other nights around here are great or anything. This one is just particularly disturbing.
It’s the anniversary of my mother’s death.
They won’t talk about their feelings or admit they miss her. Instead, they pour one another deep, cut-crystal tumblers of the amber liquor. I, on the other hand, do my best to avoid them. I choose to cry my eyes out alone, hiding in the library, my face buried in one of the last few things I own of my mother’s. Her books. They’re the only things of hers my father didn’t remove from this house in his attempt to scrub the place of her memory when she died.
These aren’tquiteall of her books. One rainy afternoon I was exploring our dusty old attic and I found a bunch of paperbacks hidden in a corner behind an old chair, stacked neatly in brown paper grocery bags. Pages and pages of dark romance, the women falling for men with harsh hands and handsome faces. Those books found a new hiding place.
Under my bed.
Holding my mother’s leather-bound book in my hands makes me ache for her.
A single tear trails down my cheek, falling from my chin and dampening the page. My brothers hate when I cry. They see it as a woman’s weakness, to shed tears. They like to punish me when they find me crying.
My heart falls as I hear heavy footsteps headed right to me. Ignoring the closed door, Antonio, my oldest and most vicious brother, disturbs my peace. With bold green eyes, straight dark hair down to his shoulders, and high cheekbones, he’d almost be handsome if his heart weren’t so charred. He throws open the heavy door.
The hard look on his angled face berates me before he even opens his mouth. His green eyes glitter with meanness. “Ah, the little bird is reading.”
I’m slight but strong and he calls me little bird. It’s his joke about me being small and held in this cage that is our crumbling mansion.
“You know I hate when you call me that.” I dip my nose deeper in my book. “Please, go away.”
He rips the book out of my hands.
