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on her homework the longer he sat there with his idiot stare. Finally, she looked up at him. He was already smiling. Her stomach turned in on itself. “Is there something you need, daddy?”

Marty looked her up and down, causing her to lean away from him. “Nothing in particular,” he said. “I just thought I would come in here and, you know, tell you that I love you.”

Marty put a hand on Lucy’s thigh.

She scooted away from him on her bottom until her back hit the headboard.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked, moving along the mattress towards her.

Lucy pushed up from the bed. Her sneakers thumped on the ground, one at a time. She moved to the wall. “You’re drunk,” she said.

Marty’s face crunched into anger. The i-line between his brows creased deeply. Lucy hated that i-line; she feared what always happened after that i-line appeared.

“You get over here, and sit on this bed, now, girl,” Marty shouted so loud that the frame holding her mother’s picture rattled on Lucy’s bookshelf.

Lucy swallowed hard and folded her arms tightly across her chest. “You’re not doing this anymore, daddy. You’re not going to hurt me anymore.”

Marty stood up. The scent of rotten alcohol in his belly wafted from him. Lucy cringed. “You can’t tell me what I will and won’t do under my own roof. Now you get over here or I’m going to make you sting.”

Lucy’s eyes sprang with tears as she shook her head, still holding herself tightly.

Marty let out an odd gurgle and moved across the room, his hands balled up into fists. He hit Lucy so hard that her head snapped back into the wall, nearly causing her to go black. Her knees lost their strength and she collapsed to the floor. She had to keep her wits about her or things would go bad.

Marty pointed down at her with a spurning finger. “You’ll obey, Lucy. I’ll teach you to obey.” Marty began to unbutton