Pretty Girl-13

Gone with the slip of a ballpoint pen. How could things like that happen

black lace cami.

Dad looked like he wanted to say something, but instead he picked at his thumbnails.

asked.

“Oh, no doubt it could kill someone,” Brogan said calmly. “If you knew how to use it.” The way he lingered on “you” gave her shivers

Angie followed him with her eyes.

“Oh God, Angela. You didn’t wash anything yet. Right?”

She held up her filthy arms, dirt so embedded in her creases and pores that she had turned gray. “Evidence?” she repeated. “Of what, Dad?”

Dad’s mouth twisted around for a few moments. The sweat rolled lower. “Evidence of whatever, wherever, or whoever.”

Angie looked at him in confusion.

His forehead creased with lines. Dark hollows circled his eyes. “You really don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”

Angie felt stupid. He expected something from her. She didn’t know what, but she could feel his anger simmering. Something stirred inside, and she walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her head came up to his chin. “I love you so much,” she said. She felt him stiffen and pull back. She must have done the wrong thing. Her arms dropped. She turned cold, inside and out