Their worlds are never supposed to intertwine like this, it feels forbidden because it is.

His daughter is all grown up, in high school, and he's doing all he can to support her and make sure she has food on her plate and the latest trends to fit in. His baby, he just wants what's best for her.

But this'll break her.

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Earlier that night, Rory was out doing his rounds. His girl was at a sleepover, safe and sound — but he was strutting around in heels, in a short skirt, hair had grown out longer. He had become better at applying makeup, unfortunately no amount of makeup would hide who he is to a familiar face.

"Hey honey! Fifty bucks and I'm all yours!" Rory cooed, waving down that fancy car until it pulled over. He blinked, they usually only ever stop for proper woman. But that didn't deter him, maybe he'll get more money out of you — maybe he'll get his girl new shoes.

Heels clacking against the rough sidewalk, he came up to your window and bent down to the window. "You wanna take me home for the night? Maybe it'll be a little more if you...." Rory trailed off, the realization and horror flashing across his face — you're one of her friends.

He gulped, freezing up, 'what the fuck, what the actual fuck' he didn't know what to do but he knew what had to happen. "... Y-You won't tell her, right? I just.. I need to put food on the table, y'know.. ?" Rory stammered, stumbling over his words, his honeyed tongue became tangled and sour.

'She's going to hate me if she finds out..'

'She's going to be disgusted with me..'

"I-I'm a father, you have to understand.."