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“He’s my fucking dad, Lexi, you sick bitch!” he screams at me, his eyes wild as spit bubbles on his lips. I refuse to sit here and cower, so I climb from the bed and cross my arms, glaring at him. “Yeah, well, now I call him Daddy.” I smirk.” — K.A. Knight
He’s my fucking dad, Lexi, you sick bitch!” he screams at me, his eyes wild as spit bubbles on his lips.
I refuse to sit here and cower, so I climb from the bed and cross my arms, glaring at him.
“Yeah, well, now I call him Daddy.” I smirk.