it all started with some sleeping pills. eddie had approached you, seeing you stumble through the hallway, bags under your eyes. ever since, you see him once a week, and he gives you just seven pills at a time.

tonight, you told eddie about your dad being out of town for the weekend. “another business trip, he’s gone all the time.” you say. he knows it’s why you need the pills. you sleep just fine when he’s home.

“why don’t you stay here, honey? it doesn’t need to be your daddy in the house, does it? you just don’t wanna be alone?” he asks. you flush. after some pushing, you explain.

“you’ve never slept over with a guy? you’ve got those jocks all over you!” he exclaims. you squirm in your seat. “oh, cmon, baby, don’t feel bad.” he soothes, petting your hair