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into a cold sweat. For all of her bravado, she was as terrified as her mother, and disgusted with herself.
    Please, please, please God. Please let him leave me alone tonight.
    I’ll be good, I promise.
    I’ll watch my mouth, and never get smart again.
    Please. Let him leave me and mama alone.
    Just once…
    Twist the door knob…
    She closed her eyes at the sound. 
    Daddy’s home…
     
     
    Her forehead hit the table with a loud thump .
    Jess awoke with a start, gasping for breath. Glancing around wildly, attempting to get her bearings.
    What time was it? Her mother would be wondering where she was. She promised her she wouldn’t be late again and-
    Wait.
    Something wasn’t right.
    She didn’t hear her father yelling. Or her mother, pleading for him to stop. No fists. No horrific sound of his belt buckle unloosening.
    Not his stale breath, breathing down the back of her neck…
    She blinked rapidly.
    Recognizing her bed in Brooklyn. Her shoes and outfit for tonight waiting on a chair next to it.
    Get it together, girl.
    Slowly….her breathing returned to normal.
    She desperately needed something to take the horrible edge off. Something to make her forget what a complete fucking mess her life was. Looking over, seeing her special baggie on the nightstand, she made a line and snorted it.
    There was a god.
    Jess…and her mind…were spinning out of control. With a quickness.
    She knew this deep down, of course. But of course, denied it to herself.
    The self that told her the occasional line of coke was ok.
    The self that said fucking Nick Roman and Eric Summers wasn’t a dangerous game. Sure to end disastrously for everyone involved.
    But why tell the truth? A lie to yourself and others served so much better.
    Oh, what a tangled web we weave…
    The fuck was the rest of that damn phrase, anyway?
    Jess sighed, rubbing moisture from her eyes. She was tired, cranky and emotional. Wanting to sleep for a week, forgetting everything about her life. 
    No time for tears, though.
    She had money to make. A show to perform.
    “Whoo-fucking-hoo.” She muttered, heading into the shower.
    This was her life now.
    Time to get used to it.

2
     
     
    “Is he busy, Angel?”
    “Nah. You can go in. Knock first.”
    She tapped lightly on the door, praying he wouldn’t hear the knock. Just as she was about to lose her nerve, she heard him.
    “Yeah.” His voice, making her heart pound practically out of her chest.
    “Nick, it’s me. Jess. Is it ok to come in?” 
    “Come on in, kid.”
    “Um…you busy?” She poked her head around the side of the door, not going inside. Afraid of what might, or more precisely, what would happen if she did.
    “Not if you consider watching Scooby Doo being busy.”
    “ Scooby Doo ?”
    “Lots of life lessons in Scooby Doo, kid. You should give it a chance. Come in. Shut the door.”
    No backing out now. She went into his office, closing the door behind her.
    “Wanna sit?”
    “I’d rather stand.”
    “That’s an interesting dress, kid.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It means it’s interesting.”
    “Interesting how?”
    “I’m sure you didn’t come here to discuss your dress.”
    “You brought it up.” She sounded exasperated. “Never mind.”
    “What’s up, kid?” Nick chuckled, lighting a cigar.
    “We need to talk. You know…about what happened.”
    “Right now?”
    “Yes. Logically. And right now.”
    Nick leaned back in his chair, grinning one of the sexiest grins she had ever seen. She paused, focusing on his pouty lower lip.
    “This can’t wait until later, when we’re alone?”
    She blinked. Distracted.
    “I’m sorry, what?”
    Nick smiled patiently and waited. 
    “Did I miss something? We are alone.”
    He nodded toward the door. Jess turned to see Angel sitting in a chair by the door. He winked at her, waving.
    Turning back, rolling her eyes, she dismissed him.
    “I need to say this before I lose my nerve. And we both know what will happen once we’re