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“What the hell does that matter? I’m the parent here, and you’ll be the ones answering questions—not me.” He glares at all three of us before his eyes find Parker once more. “No son of mine is going to be a fag, so whatever this is—it’s over. Do you understand me?”

“A fag? Really? That’s what you’re going to go with?” Paker scoffs. “I know you’re upset over everything with Mom—“

“Donotbring her into this.”

Parker rolls his eyes. “As I was saying, you don’t get a say in who I love. And for your information, I’m bisexual. I like men and women. Hence why Mackenzie and Damon were both in my bed.”

“I don’t give a shit what you think you are, Parker. You’re living under my roof, which means I’m the one who makes the rules. You will not sleep with men under my roof.” Mr. Hilton looks like he’s about to have a heart attack, he’s so pissed.

I don’t like the way he’s talking to Parker or the way he’s sneering at all three of us, but I can’t seem to get my voice to work. It could have something to do with the fact that Mr. Hilton just saw me naked.

“That’s fine. It doesn’t have to take place under your roof,” Damon says with a smirk. “My mom doesn’t care if I’m bisexual. She won’t mind if we’re over there more. In fact, I’d say it would make her happier.”

“You and your mom can go fuck yourselves, you fucking fag,” Mr. Hilton screams. “Parker won’t be spending any more time with either you or Mackenzie going forward. It’s clear you’re both a bad influence on Parker, and it’s time that stops.”

Parker just laughs. “Dad, you don’t get a say in who I’m friends with—or more than friends with. I love Damon and Mackenzie.Ever since Mom died, you’ve been a major asshole. It’s not my fault that she had an affair. My guess is that blame lands directly at your feet. So stop trying to punish me for your fuck ups.”

I scream as Mr. Hilton grabs Parker by the arm, swinging him around until his back hits the wall hard enough for him to let out a huff, the sound echoing throughout the room. Leaning over the bed, I grab the first shirt I can find and throw it over my head before jumping off the bed.

Parker’s dad has him pinned against the wall with his forearm pressed to Parker’s chest as he leans in to hiss in his face. “You need to keep your fucking mouth shut about things you know nothing about. Remember, you’re only seventeen. You’re a minor in the eyes of the state, and what I say goes. It’s clear I let you get away with too much while you were growing up. That’s what I get for letting your whore of a mother raise you. You’re nothing but a mouthy, ungrateful little shit.”

“You need to let go of Parker before I call the cops.” Damon’s voice is steady, but one glance at his face shows just how pissed he is. He’s managed to pull on his underwear so he’s no longer naked. “Child abuse—no matter the age of the minor—is illegal.”

Mr. Hilton scoffs. “Oh, you’re going to call the cops? Good, it’ll save me from making the call myself. They can arrest you for statutory rape when they get here.”

“No, they can’t,” I interject. “In the state of Michigan the age of consent is sixteen, which we’re both over. We did nothing wrong.”

“I wonder what your parents would think if they found out what a whore their daughter is.” I flinch at Mr. Hilton’s words but don’t back down. “That is what everyone will call you when they find out you slept with the two of them—and at the same time. It would be such a shame for your reputation to take that kind of hit.”

Searching the room for my phone, I hurry over to grab it. “You know what? I think we should call my parents to see what they think of the whole situation. I’m sure they’d be over the moon to know I’m in love with my best friends. I’ll bet they won’t love to hear that their friend called their daughter a whore though.”

“You little shit,” he hisses, finally releasing his hold on Parker as he takes a threatening step toward me.

I take a step back, lifting the phone to my ear and listening to it ring.

“It’s also illegal to hit a child that isn’t yours, who’s a minor, so you better watch yourself,” Damon threatens as the call connects.

“Mackenzie? Is everything okay?”

“No, Mom. It’s not.”

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“I want both of you out of my house and out of Parker’s life right fucking now!” Mr. Hilton roars, the sound easily carrying through the phone.

“Is that Parker’s dad?” Mom asks, voice frantic. “I’m on my way, baby. Stay on the phone with me.”

“He has no need for a fag or a whore in his life! I won’t let the two of you ruin his life like his mother ruined mine. GET OUT!”

I jump as his voice somehow gets louder, a whimper falling from my lips as I back up until I hit the wall and slide down it. I’ve never been afraid of anyone like this before. Mr. Hilton is so angry, I wouldn’t put it past him to hurt all three of us.

Damon’s trying so hard to not lose his temper, but his control is slipping. “You need to stop talking to us like that. You’re terrifying Mackenzie.”

“Good. Then maybe the two of you will get the hell out of my house.”

“It’s my house, too,” Parker mutters as he moves around his dad and starts pulling on his clothes. It’s not until he glancesat me that I realize I’m wearing his shirt. He shrugs, picking up mine and Damon’s clothes, handing them to us so we can get dressed. “You can keep my shirt. I don’t want you undressing at all in front of my dad.”

“Like I want to see any part of the whore’s body—“ Mr. Hilton is cut off as Damon’s fist slams into his mouth.

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