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mother-daughter relationship.”
    “Why would I be?”
    “Because you can’t have me one hundred percent.”
    “Kennedy, you’re wrong. I already do.”
    “I’m hanging up.”
    “Tell me I’m wrong then.”
    Silence.
    “I thought so.”
    “I need to go now,” I stuttered.
    “Anyway, we both know that you aren’t Little Miss Innocent. Don’t we? I think I’m one of the few people who has seen the real Kennedy Logan. The one you keep buried deep inside yourself. I’ve seen her come out and play and enjoy every inch.”
    “I have to go.”
    “What? Did I hit a nerve? The things I could tell Mommy Dearest.”
    “No, because I haven’t done anything you didn’t ask me to do. I did it all for love. For you.”
    “I bet you’re creaming in your panties right now just thinking about us together. Me fucking you from behind.”
    “Drake, you are sick and you have nothing on me.”
    “Well, maybe if Mommy Dearest knew all the perverted acts her little princess has performed for me and on me, she’d think otherwise of your innocence.”
    “You make me sick. I can’t stand your ass.”
    He continued, “Maybe if she knew how you can suck dick better than a pro.”
    Nothing but my cries were heard now; ones I didn’t even recognize as my own. Deep, heart-wrenching sobs.
    “Maybe if Mommy Dearest knew how much you love me to eat you out. You’d lie there for hours with your legs spread, if I let you. You love that shit.”
    Sobs. Loud cries.
    “Or what about how I can get you to take it in the ass? Can’t get many women to do that. Especially not a black woman.”
    “Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you but love you.”
    “And why are you crying? I told you, Kennedy, I was going to make you stronger; you’re weak. Cry babies can’t hang with the big boys. Get a backbone.”
    “Well, I won’t hang with you. Don’t call me again, Drake.”
    “You don’t mean that, baby. You crave my touch. When can I see you again?”
    “Never.”
    “I don’t have to penetrate you. Just let me touch you. Like I used to.”
    “Leave me alone, I cried out loudly.
    “See what I mean, Kennedy? Hang up on me. Scream, do something other than cry. Every time we argue, you cry. Your mom, your exes, Taylor, everybody pampers you. You need to toughen up, girl.”
    I didn’t respond.
    “Kennedy? Kennedy? Answer me, dammit. You will talk to me sooner or later. I guarantee it.”
    “I hate you. You hear me? I despise you. I regret the day I met you.”
    I didn’t even attempt to hide my muffled cries from him.
    “Is that why you did what you did?”
    “I hate your lying ass so much,” I screamed between sobs. “Stop twisting your perverted actions.”
    “I bet you’d do it again—for me. I go to sleep at night with images of that night flashing in my mind.”
    “Sweetie? Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?” I heard Mother ask as she walked quickly up the hallway and into my bedroom to find me simply crying and holding the phone receiver away from my ear as if that would make Drake magically go away. Disappear.
    “Hello? Hello? Who is this?” Mother asked.
    “Hello, Mrs. Logan. How are you? I don’t know what I said that upset Kennedy so badly. You know how fragile she is.”
    “Listen, Mr. Collins. I am not going to repeat this twice. I don’t know who you think you are messing with, but I’m not Kennedy. Don’t call over here upsetting my daughter again. Is that understood…What?”
    I could hear Drake through the phone. “I said she can’t hide from me forever. Tell her that.”
    “I’m ending this call in two seconds.”
    “She can’t hide under your apron forever like she has milk on her tongue. Hand the phone back to—”
    “One, two. Your two seconds are up.”

Chapter 8
     
    “Rise and shine, Kennedy. Rise and shine. Today is going to be a wonderful, beautiful day. Too gorgeous to sleep away like you did yesterday. Get up.”
    “Mother. I’m still