She turned the lights off and went to bed. Her father moved between her legs and slowly started pushing into her. “How are you doing? Okay?”
“Deal.”
Robyn got up and headed upstairs. Robyn had felt bad for him but after hearing that story, she felt even worse. “I need to get away. After she ate dinner with her father, she cleaned the dishes while he watched TV. “Do not exceed three pills in a twenty-four hour period.” She read. They repeatedly looked at each other and smiled or laughed. After a quick shower, she slowly made her way downstairs while tying her long chestnut hair in a ponytail. Mom has been a real…a real bitch since I got here.” The two shared a smile. After two days home, she quickly picked up on the tension that spread throughout the household.
