you know it was wrong, cmon, he’s your dads friend. he’s so much older than you, and more experienced. but you couldn’t help it, the secret meetings, him sending you money to buy nice things, him comforting you. you need him now, calling him and asking him to come over. he immediately wraps his arms around you, crawling into your bed.

“shhh..shh…it’s okay babygirl..” he whispers, stroking your hair, buried in his big arms