One night stand with my baby dadd

ood was already turning cold. I kept twisting my fork on

Lena's voice in my head, 'You fidget when you're lying Isabel

e encountered Dorian, the flowers, centerpieces and somethi

on the table near hers, close enough that when she gestured at him, brushed her fi

s glass, fidgeted in his chair, turned his head, my eyes mistakenly caught his,.like a hook whic

at was going on within m

or cream? She said, as both my mot

sted. "It photo

es on me for a second longer than absolutely ne

and immediately put m

t until m

ike an hour of agony to me. My mother kissed Dorian o

covers in the dark with my eyes open

ecause sleep clearl

ing behind my desk chair, and came down the hall barefoot

as my

key before I even got to the bot

lieved any of us should

ot closer to the kit

mp on the side, table illuminating just enough that

that started somewhere below his shirt, and his collar poked its way up his throat,

rprised to see me. "You

idn't bother to fu

kitchen, get the water I want to tak

underneath me. And I hated myself for it a little. I couldn't

de, a car passed slowly, its headlight

dinner staring at y

s eat

your food." He said, taking a slo

s easy." I said, then he turned to me. Not in the same way he'd looked a

bell

ring at my exposed boobs

g my gaze with him. "Stepdad, wh

g you with my own mother and p

ing the glass down on the table beside him and leaned forward

tch and the markings of ink on his knuckles

hat happened that nigh

know that, I'm not

eaved a sig

idn't happen. That's not somet

a way that had nothing to do with the te

" I said. "You're going to mar

d in front of me with one of his hands holdi

he le

sabelle," he

from the side table a

or a long tim

n chest, and I was lookin

hen, filled a glass with water, drank half o

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