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arms, along with his mother’s snide remarks.
    “What’s going on here?” His eyes immediately found mine, just like they used when I lived here, when he fucked me nearly every night of the week. I was suddenly weary, exhausted, ready to just keel over and sleep forever, but the pain that tingled under my skin wouldn’t let me. I needed a bump. I fingered the side of my purse and looked away from Taylor.
    “This little whore and her family are destroying your beautiful house!” Laura exclaimed.
    Bitter anger swam with the weary achiness. “Three years away and you’re even more of a bitch,” I muttered and stood. My aunts laughed loudly.
    “How dare you—”
    “Mom, stop.” Taylor’s gaze finally left me, turning to his mother. “We laid Jessica to rest today.” He looked at my mom’s siblings. “There’s no need for a riot. Not today.” He sounded so sure, so confident. So well composed and perfect. I could see Gina’s shoulders visibly relax. Laura stormed back into the other room, placated for the moment.
    My hands trembled. It was why I didn’t try telling anyone back then. They wouldn’t have believed me. No one would ever believe that he took my virginity when I was nine years old. Not this caring, successful man.
    And then I was back there on my princess bed, his big body looming over mine. His hands petting my braided hair. I liked my new daddy. He was good to me. He bought me what I wanted.
    “I want something from you, Faye baby,” he whispered in my ear. And then, there in that moment I knew I would give him anything. I knew he would do anything for me, but then he took my clothes off and I became afraid. So afraid. But he promised he would make it good for me. And I believed him. And I think I hated it more that he told the truth.
    It would have been easier to accept if he had taken what he wanted with force. If he had held me down and shoved his big dick inside me while I tried to get away. But that’s not how it happened. I laid there in my pink little bed and let him have my virginity. Let him put his mouth between my legs until my body shook before he entered me. It hurt, but he promised me it would get better. And I hated it even more that he was right.
    “Faye, are you all right?” Betty’s voice jerked me back to the present and I glanced at her with what I hoped was a normal expression. But that’s when I felt it. The warm liquid sliding down my face, over my lips. I reached up in horror and pressed my hand to my nose, coming back with dark red blood.

FOUR

    I pressed the back of my hand to my nose and hurried to the bathroom just down the hall from the living room. One tug on the door proved it was locked, occupied by someone else. The blood was starting to track down my arm and I spun around, desperate for a bathroom. Not because I didn’t want to stain the carpet, no, I couldn’t give two fucks about the stupid carpet. But the urge to be alone, away from my past seemed to grip at my very bones.
    I took the stairs two at time, rushing down the hall to the room I didn’t want to see, but at the same time, needing to see it. I burst through the door of my old bedroom, alarmed to find it identical to the way I left it. I didn’t pause to reminisce but headed straight into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Flicking the lights on I stared at my reflection. It was so weird, so familiar staring at the mirror I had looked into every day for over seven years. Blue towels hung on the wrack behind me. My towels, my favorite color. The sparkly blue electric toothbrush I’d left behind still sat in its charger on the white sink top. I stared at it in wonder for a moment before looking back at myself.
    I was me, still me. Just an older, even more fucked up version. I gripped the sink with my hands, sticky blood smearing on the pristine surface. I watched it run out of my nose and drip down my face. I got nosebleeds more often than I liked and supposed it was from all the coke