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I run my hand across his muscular chest and run my lips over his gut. He kisses me on the small of my back, and continues down.

'Again' I giggle as he moves down.

'5 times' he whispers 'you're dehydrated.'

'And? You're a criminal'

I wrap my legs around his waist and sit up on top of him. I've never thought that a guy's…. 'Thing' looked so good, but his looks PERFECT. I kiss him again.

'ok, if you insist on sex starvation we should go get some breakfast.'

'cool'

I check my alarm clock, 6 AM. I pull on my thin black robe, and scoop my hair back into a ponytail. Max slips into my old fuzzy slippers and trackies. I giggle and open the door.

'hey Kid' smiles Hoffman, pouring himself some coffee. I hastily shove Max back in and shut the door. Amy is sat next to him, a broad smile on her face. Hoffman's hair is messy, and the trash can is suspiciously empty. Great. Old people sex.

'What?' asks Hoffman innocently, he smoothes his hair down and adjusts his jacket. I glare harder.

'who were you talking to?' asks Amy, noticing that I've not moved and Hoffman had stopped eating his muffin.

'get out' I whisper then I scream it. 'GET OUT!'

They stare at me in horror, Hoffman gets up and comes over to me.

'Alex' he sighs 'Amy has nowhere to go. She has a kid and-'

My hand flies across his fat face, and he shoots back. I hear a horrified gasp from behind me. Clearly Max isn't used to my kind of violence. I stare up into my dads eyes. He's fuming.

'How, Dare, You'

I glare up at him.

' how, DARE you lay a hand after everything I've done for you!'

All he's done for ME?

'all you did.' I say, trying not to screech 'IS FUCKING PIMP ME OUT!'

Amy gasps. Ha. Looks like she wasn't told about my part time job. I decide to enlighten her tiny brain.

'See, after my mom got a bullet in her chest' I say, chattily. Waltzing around the room 'This flabber faced fucker's been a little short of cash…and victims for his little games. So, who's the 16 year old girl. Who started this whole shag-fest at THIRTEEN that can use her body, to satisfy both needs?'

Hoffman is staring at me. His eyes are dark and angry. Thankfully I know how to make HIM feel cheap, make HIM want to throw up.

'the last thing Jade ever wanted, was for me to be safe, healthy and happy. I'm none of those things. You didn't love her'

'I DID!' cries Hoffman

'Then why?' I yell, grabbing the letter off the table 'DID YOU CHEAT ON HER WITH THIS FAT WHORE?'

'DON'T YOU DARE CALL-'

'DON'T YOU DARE TO STOP ME!' I scream.

Hoffman takes a big step forward. His fist is clenched.

'go to your room'

'no'

'NOW'

'blow it out your-'

Pain explodes from my cheek and I fall to the floor. A trickle of blood leaks from my ear.

'Hoff! Don't!' it's Amy, I look up to see her trying to pull him away. He shoves her off and advances on me.

'I tried to forgive myself. But EVERY time I do you make some stupid little smartass remark. Apologise'

I lie there, staring up at him. I feel the apology rise in my throat, but shove it back down. I will NOT grovel.

'APOLOGISE' he demands again.

There's a long silence, then a tiny little voice breaks in.

'Alex. PLEASE. Just apologise' it's Amy, she's crying.

'why?' I murmur 'then you can have him all to your self.'

Hoffman's hand comes down hard on my back. He goes for the kitchen drawer, and pulls out something. I can't see it from where I'm lying and I don't dare turn.

I've never seen my dad like this, even when we've talked about mom before. He always loves to talk about her. then again, nobody in this whole house would badmouth her except me.

'HOFFMAN NO!'

I snap out of thought.

I look up. A huge flash of silver.

Sterling silver.

A knife.

I hold my breath and wait.

'you' he growls 'have been screwing me over for 16 years.'

'no' I whisper ' You let me'

The knife comes down.

'NO!'

Hoffman falls to the ground, the knife rolls across the carpet and he begins to wrestle.

Hm. Never thought that little Joy kid had it in her. Poor kid not even developed, though she has some massive-

Six pack.

Max.

MAX.

I run over and rip Max away, his nose is bloody and his eye is bruised. I kiss him hard on the lips.

'you IDIOT. You blew your cover.'

'who cares.' He laughs 'your dad will have to put up with me wont he?'

'who the FUCK are you?' growls Hoffman, standing up.

Max steps forward and holds out his hand.

'Max Young. You daughter helped me-'

Before he can finish, Hoffman has him pinned down on the floor.

'HOFF! What are you-' begins Amy

'JIGSAW! KAT! COME HERE, HURRY!'

'Hoff, what's going on?' Amy starts to cry.

'Amy' pant's Hoff 'he's Amanda's son'

Amy doesn't say anything else. Because she's already fainted.

Then I remember.

The psycho mother

The knife.

The last name.

Young.

I look down into Max's terrified eyes.

'you're mom killed mine' I say 'Amanda young.'

Horror strikes his face and tears spill down his cheeks.

I don't react. He's nothing to me now.

I head back into my room and lie on the bed. And for the first time in my life. I cry.