Chapter 73

• Jimmy looks at you, impressed just as you gear up to let this man have it. Fuck being the damsel in distress. These men, your father too, if they wanted to play dirty, then that’s exactly what you’d do. You let the blanket drop as the door of the van opened. The big man reaches towards you, grabbing the blanket and you lean back, so it looks like he’s forcing himself on you, just as your father enters. You almost smirk as a furious look crosses his face and push him into sheer rage by screaming. “Get your fucking hands of me, you pervert!”
• Your father pulls out his gun and shoots the big man in the shoulder before dragging him out of the van. You do a purposely bad job at covering yourself. That way, your father is mad at anyone who looks in your direction, and let your eyes tear up. Fake crying was one of your talents. You didn’t use it often, so your father always believed it was real.
• “Daddy—” you say, your voice cracking with the fake tears you’re summoning. “They...” you pull at the blanket, covering yourself a little more. “They’re not going to hurt me again, are they?”