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Her shoulders dropped in defeat as her eyes hit the sand.

“But, I want to give this a try. You have to listen to me, though. When I tell you something or try to reel you in when I feel like you’re diving off the deep end. I want you to listen. I also want to go to doctor’s appointments and understand your mental illness better,” I stated seriously.

“You want my social security number too?” She smirked.

“I already have it and more. We moving slow, remember that Rylie Rose.”

“We moved fast, I live with you now. And sleep in your bed, stop trying to make everything ideal with you and I. Dare to be different, fuck what people think. We together and we are going to be happy. I even got some bright ideas for us. Forbidden Films Production…” She winked her eyes and stood.

“Forbidden Fruit Club,” she murmured loud enough to hear.

“Private forbidden fruit clubs…a string of them in different states in cities with flavorful women, men, and trans people to dwell in. All of their darkest, nastiest desires fulfilled with a membership.” She winked at me as she held her hand out for me to grab.

I took her hand and stood up. Rylie reached for my other hand and held it tightly.

“Thank you for not judging me when I fell apart. I needed time and space to mourn and let go. I feel better now, and I’m ready to go.” Her grip loosened a little on my hand.

Seconds later, she pulled me to her short frame. I wrapped my arms around her and rested my chin on the top of her head. Rylie switched the subject to make light of the situation and I understood that it was how she coped. In the midst of that, I thought that the entire forbidden fruit and films was an excellent idea. I would have to plan a meeting with Le’mon and jump on all of it. That would keep Rylie Rose busy and help encourage her to take her medicine and see her doctor on a regular. I wanted her to live a healthy life, it was a plus that Rylie already understood that she had a mental illness.

I looked down into her hazel brown eyes that was swollen and saw so much life in them. Her full crimson lips quivered as she stared up at me. Without a word, I brushed my thumb over her cheek, she blinked slow as a tear rolled down her cheek while I rubbed it.

“You are my dream that came true.” Her voice cracked.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go home,” I stated.

A look of shock crossed her face, I was in shocked too. Not because I offered for us both to go home. I was shocked because she didn’t demand for me to call her Rylie Rose. She nodded her head and didn’t say a word. Rylie curled into my side as we trekked across the sand with better understanding of our dynamics with one another.

Chapter32

Angel

Icould barely feel my fingers as I held an envelope that was pressed into my hands from Detavio. Sleep was still in my eyes along with the remnants of last night sex session between him and I. I looked at the envelope then back up at Detavio.

His dark merciless eyes stayed locked on me, unblinking. I swallowed hard, my throat already started to burn as I blinked up at him rapidly then slid out of the bed naked.

“You should sit down, Angel. Your mom is up front, waiting to see you.” Detavio offered.

“Wh—why are you dressed in a suit on a Saturday?” I asked, trying to ease my nerves. The envelope was light, but the weight of his words made it feel like it was heavy.

“I had business to take care of at the company. I came back home when your mom called.” His Adams apple bobbed up and down.

“What time is it?” I asked above a whisper.

“It’s noon; listen, baby. Your father?—”

I cut him off by shaking my head no. I turned the envelope over once, then twice. My name was scrawled across the front in desperate looking handwriting. My hands shook as I tore it open, the paper smelled like cigarettes and cologne. My stomach twisted as I unfolded it slowly.

Angel…you should have minded your goddamn business. You ruined the only thing that ever really mattered to me. I hope you live with this guilt like cancer in your bones.

I blinked, the words blurring into angry tears. No apology, no love that he raised me in, and no regret from him. The paper trembled between my fingers, the ink started to bleed from my heavy tears. I gritted my teeth and forced back the sob that clawed at my throat. I wouldn’t cry, not for him when he didn’t cry or think about me before writing this shit.

I couldn’t live without him, you made your mother turn against me too. I don’t have much to write about to you. I just hope you’re happy now, you selfish, stupid little bitch! I never forgave you, and I never will. You stopped being my damn daughter the day you went snooping into my business. Detavio Decebal, will break you, and send you right to hell with me and Impurity. That’s when I’ll get my payback on you and everyone else involved!

Each line hit harder than the last, like blows I couldn’t block or dodge. I staggered back a step, then crumpled the letter in my hand. I pressed my lips together so tight they went numb. I looked at Detavio, lost for words as I tried to keep it together. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to, Detavio knew that I was about to lose my fucking mind.

I didn’t know what I wanted to do first, scream or tear the letter apart. I held my finger up to stop Detavio from walking toward me as I reflected upon the words that was written from my father. He called me selfish, cursed me in his last words. Yet, I still wanted to be the strong one, the good one…I wanted to rewind time, when I wasDaddy’s Little Princess.The little girl that got whatever the hell I wanted.

What happened to him reading me bedtime stories and chasing the monsters out of my room? He killed himself, hating me when he showed me nothing but love growing up. My mind was confused, I felt sick to the core. I couldn’t stand here and act like I wouldn’t mourn him, like it didn’t hurt. It crushed me. I felt a tear slip, it rolled slowly down my cheek. I roughly wiped it away.

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