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She rolls her eyes. “No shit.”

I glance over my shoulder at the TV. “Vanderpump Rules?”

“You’re a fan?”

I give her a look. “How do you watch this shit?”

She ignores me. “Tag, you can’t break into my house and then act as if we’re all okay.”

“I can and I did.”

“What the hell?”

I sit on the edge of her bed. “I will always make sure that you’re safe. Always. So don’t fuckin’ tell me that I can’t do shit.”

“How do you own this house?” Her voice is small as she asks.

“That isn’t important right now.”

“Yes, it is. No lies. I thought my father…”

“Your father didn’t do shit, Lu. We both know he’s a fuckin’ greedy ass piece of shit. What I want to know is why you give him the time of day.”

“I don’t,” she stammers. “I don’t see him much these days… Why did you…”

“To keep you safe. To make sure you had a nice place to live. I couldn’t stand that shithole you were going to rent.”

“So my rent money… goes to… you?”

I swallow hard. “I’ve been puttin’ it into a high-earning savings account… to give to you when…”

“When?” she finishes, brow furrowed.

I look at my boots. “When you decide to buy a place…Thisplace.”

She shakes her head. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I frown. “What do you mean? Do you wanna live in a shitty neighborhood?”

She gasps. “My mom knows about this, doesn’t she?”

A small pang of guilt crawls its way up my spine. I clear my throat. “Don’t bring her into this.”

“Oh my God, who else has been lying to me all this time?”

I shake my head. “Stop bein’ such a pain in the ass and hear me out. None of us wanted you to live in a shitty place, or share with strangers. It was a good investment…and it was best that you thought your dad helped out with the deposit and the insurance…”

“I don’t need your charity!” she spits. “Or anyone else’s… I can’t believe all the people in my life just lie to me like it’s nothing.”

“It ain’t nothin’, Lu. We care about you.” I look back at her beautiful eyes, and my heart lurches in my chest. “Icare about you.”

“No, you don’t,” she whispers.

I stare at her, feeling at a loss, trying to convey what I’m feeling without words. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and I know I should leave. I should fuckin’ leave.

Put one foot in front of the other, asshole.

She ain’t yours, she never will be.

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