Title: What's Worse

Rating: PG-13 [abuse, sexual content, drug use]

Dedication: Barbara O'Brien… where ever she may be today.

Summary: Not everything is as it seems… when a "bad boy" talks to a girl's father in his head.

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You must be proud. She's a beautiful girl. And she tastes better than you would ever imagine.

She's the one that drives me over the edge when she moans my name. She calls me daddy now. How does that feel? I'll tell you how it feels… legs wrapped around me, breaths being knocked from her as I fill that perfect body god decided to grace her with.

When she comes home smelling like a barrel of apples had an affair with an ashtray, that's me. I'm in her skin, more than your too-expensive cologne.

I got her to smoke the pot despite how much she told me you would pin her to the wall, something I did to her an hour later; I got her to drink the tequila despite how much she made the face… until she made the other face, the face that slipped and let her predatory nature show, that let her laugh fall even easier from her Barbie doll mouth.

Have you noticed she wears skirts more often? Have you noticed she keeps her hair down now? Have you noticed the smeared lipstick? Have you noticed a lazy sock? That's all me, pops. That's all me and you can't do a damn thing about it now. You can't touch her… because after what you did… after what I saw, you don't deserve to lick the scum on her boot.

You just don't hit a pretty little girl like that. I never did. I never would.

So, she's mine now. You gave up that right.

I never missed that shy part of her that hinted something more went on at home.

I never missed the look she gave me as I was driving her home.

Why else would a girl like her want a guy like me?

Maybe it wasn't just me… maybe she would have taken anyone that came along… as long as it wasn't you -- as long as he didn't beat her into submission -- as long as he didn't trap her under a thumb. You have no soul.

And now she's given me one of my own. I'm the one inside her… in ways you could never be… and she's the only one who's inside of me. That's how it's supposed to be, pal.

You must be proud of her, now that she's left you, now that she did the thing her own mother couldn't.

So long, pops. Eat your fucking heart out… if you still have one, you bastard.

By the way, your daughter doesn't tell me to say hello for her. You're out of her life. You're out of mind. And you're out of reach.

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