I'm not sure how long I hung on to that faucet. I just know I was still in a haze as I somehow made my way up to my bedroom for a nice, long shower.
Is he fucking my poor little daughter like that I wondered to myself. He's going to kill her. My daughter is going to die by dick. How am I going to explain that to everyone? What am I going to put on her obituary?
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