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me from ruthlessly from behind.  
    The angle was perfect. I was able to sink my hand down into my purse and pull out the knife.  
    “I stabbed one of them right above his dick. And the other one in the chest.”
    “You’re being serious.” Rhett reached out and touched the blade with one hand as if to test that it was real.  
    “I am.” My voice shook with emotion. Why did I tell him this? Why am I even dignifying him with a conversation at all?  
    “But…no one ever caught you?”
    I shook my head slowly, keeping my gaze on him. “They took me out in the middle of no where to do it. I think they planned to beat me real bad and leave me there, maybe even kill me.” I touched my cheek, remembering how it had caved in under one of their fists. “I never heard if anyone found them.”
    Rhett shook his head as if completely shocked by all of it. I expected him to berate me, to be sickened, to call the police—any or all of those, but he didn’t. “Why would you want to go back to that life? To a place where you have to kill to survive?”
    I snorted. “That’s life, Rhett.”
    “It’s not life, Faye.”
    “You’re not going to call the police and tell them? Turn me in?” I hissed.
    “Someone hurt you, Faye.” He clenched his fists. “Those fuckers deserved what you gave them.” He looked directly into my eyes and for a moment I saw the guy I once knew. The guy I thought I could love back when I was just a teenager.  
    The screech of tires made me jump, ending the moment. I glanced over to see a sleek black car idling right in front of where Rhett and I sat. Dread immediately set in. Horrible suffocating dread that only intensified the ache in my bones and in my head. I stabbed my cigarette out on the curb and forced myself to my feet in spite of my protesting limbs.  
    “Dad?” Rhett stood up next to me looking confused as Taylor climbed out of the car.
    Today the devil had his hair slicked back, a white dress shirt hugged his muscular torso. His tailored pants were black and ironed perfectly. His shoes were shinier than Rhett’s hair.  
    Taylor’s gaze jumped between Rhett and I. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I knew what he was thinking. I knew what he saw when he looked at the two of us. He saw my betrayal. He saw his property in the arms of his own son. And he hated that. He seethed at the very idea. Jealousy ripped him apart from the inside out. No one else could see it. No one else knew but me. Because I knew him better than anyone. Even better than my own mother.  
    That jealousy ate at him like a disease, destroying him until he was nothing but a monster. A monster I was about to go home with. The monster who had brutalized me until I was unable to have children anymore. I was about to willingly climb in the vehicle with him for some fucking drugs. And even though I knew what I was in for. My feet still carried me toward the car. Toward Taylor.  
    I walked right up to him and threw my arms around him because I knew it was what he wanted, what he expected. And I knew he would give me what I wanted if I played by his rules. “Thank you for coming to get me, daddy.” The words rolled off my tongue the same as they had all my life, but the bitter, sour taste they left behind was more potent this time around.  
    “You called Dad?” Rhett still seemed confused when I let go of Taylor and turned around.  
    I nodded and opened my mouth to speak, but Taylor cut me off. “She’s coming home.” He put his hand on my shoulder. “For good.”
    I didn’t miss the way he said it. The permanence in his words. But I could already feel it. Taste it. I rubbed my nose. The bump I would get. The pure, perfect coke. It would be worth it. It would stop the ache in my bones. It would end the pain. It would be enough.  
    It had to be.  

FOUR

    “Tell me about them.”
    I stared at Taylor while he lounged on the couch in front of me. The white couch. The one in his house where I had begged
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