AVALON
“But....I won't let you parade around like you can tell me what to do. I will wear what I want. When I want. If you have a problem with that, then go back to prison. I'm not the innocent princess you left behind on purpose."
My body slips into the car, settling against the cushion, and I slam the door. Ace clicks the lock in place before dad can do anything. My seatbelt joins the car in its noise, my eyes avoids the window until Ace pulls out of street.
A hand finds itself on my lap, gripping and rubbing. My skin tingles from the intimate touch. It has been a three days since dad showed up. Yet, this morning I made it seem like it has only been a day. It was a play to mess with Ace and he knew it.
"Talk to me, princess."
I don't want to recount what I had to go through today
