Page 51 of The Tangle of Awful

Something happened between them. My guess is she started it, he went along with it, and then his predictable morals started flashing warning signs at him. He probably freaked and embarrassed her.

What did they do?

Kiss. Oral. A quick fuck over his desk.

Anger boils in my gut, chasing away any fondness I’d been feeling minutes ago. Aubrey is exactly what I’ve always known—a broken girl who likes breaking families. She tried it once two years ago and now she’s at it again. With her track record, especially since she just got done ruining her relationship with her father and his boss and family, it’s quite obvious she’s up to it again.

It’s a part of her.

Ruination and destruction.

Awful, wretched, fucked-up girl.

Familiar bitterness poisons my veins and shrivels my heart. I’m so damn stupid when it comes to her. Always letting my guard down when I need to be applying war paint instead whenever she’s around.

She fucked around with my dad. Then, she came home and let me fingerfuck her. Was his cum still inside her when I brought her to orgasm. The urge to scrub my hands is overwhelming. I curl my hand into a fist and crack my neck to release the growing tension.

Aubrey Love will not tear apart this family. I kept it from happening once before and I’ll do it again. In order to do that, I’m going to have to stop with the games and reveal how shamefully slutty she really is.

“Dad?” I say, adopting a soft, unsure tone. “I think I fucked up.”

He turns away from the window, finally meeting my stare. The concern in his expression makes me feel like a dick, but it’s necessary. “Everything’s fixable, Spencer.”

Not Aubrey.

She’s a broken, ruined, used-up girl.

“Not this.” I let my shoulders fall forward and crumple up my features. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

Stalking over to me, he grabs both sides of my neck like he used to do when I was little. It still warms me and fills me with love. My dad might not be perfect, but he doesn’t deserve to get sucked into Aubrey’s whorish void. It makes me feel like an even bigger asshole that I’m going to have to poke him in order to get to her.

“What is it?” he says, eyes darting back and forth as if to assess me for invisible damage. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“I kissed Aubrey,” I blurt out. “Not long before you got home.”

I also had my fingers in her pussy, but he doesn’t need to know that. Yet.

The color drains from his face and his eyes widen comically. I’ve done some stupid shit over the years to earn this look of horror, but this one is especially satisfying knowing the pedestal she’s on around him is about to be kicked out from under her feet.

“It won’t happen again,” I assure him, making my voice quaver. “I swear.”

He closes his eyes and his jaw clenches. The shock is slipping away as anger floods in. I know he’s pissed because his neck slowly turns crimson and his nostrils flare. The grip on my neck no longer feels like a loving father comforting his son, but more of a potential strangulation.

She did this to him.

Not me.

Aubrey.

“Please don’t be mad,” I croak out. “It just…it just happened.”

“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Dad?”

He releases my neck and points a finger hard into my chest. “It will never happen again. Are we clear? Never.”

Under all the fury is jealousy. He’s jealous of his own son.

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