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me explain,” he called after me, but I was already in my car, engine going.
    I rolled down my window. “You had your chance to explain for years. Instead you ran up the mountain and played dad for another fucking kid? You make me sick.”
    I sped out of the driveway and was just about a mile down the road when I realized that I had no idea where to go. I still had the motel room, but the key for it was back at Abel’s, along with all my other shit.
    I really need to start thinking things through more often.
    Quickly the headlights of two motorcycles were hot on my tail. Abel rode up next to me and started yelling at me to pull over. I was crying hysterically, shaking my head no and swerving all over the road.
    All of a sudden, Rave was in front of me, braking. I swerved off the road, barely missing his back bumper, and slammed my car in park.
    I was a mess. My emotions were getting the better of me.
    Snot was pouring from my nose.
    I wasn’t wearing real clothes.
    I wanted to be mad, but I was more hurt than anything.
    Abel got off his bike and came to my window. “Crickett,” he yelled through the window, “Unlock your doors now.”
    I shook my head, hands glued to the steering wheel.
    “I’m not asking. Let me in this goddamn car. You’re too upset to be driving. You’ll fucking kill yourself or worse, someone else.”
    There was no one on the roads at four in the morning in this tiny town in the mountains of North Carolina, but I knew he was right: I was too upset to be driving. I slid over into the passenger seat and hit the unlock button. Abel slid into the driver’s side and locked the car again. He grabbed my hand.
    “So Rave’s your old man, huh?”
    I nodded.
    Thanks Captain Obvious.
    “That doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” He was firm, resolute.
    I stared out the window at Rave as he just sat on his bike with his head in his hands. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
    “Do what? See him or be with me?”
    “Both, maybe. Fuck, I don’t know. I just fucked my goddamned stepbrother.” The words made me feel sick.
    Abel started laughing a little.
    I shot him an evil eye, tears still staining my face. “What the fuck could be so funny right now?”
    “Have you seen Joe Dirt?”
    I nodded.
    “The scene where he’s fucking that chick that isn’t his sister but he makes her scream ‘I’m your sister’ just popped into my head.”
    I gasped and slammed my fist into this shoulder. “You’re an ass.”
    “Yeah, probably.” He grabbed my hand. “Look. We’re two freaking adults. An hour ago we were the same two fucking people as we are right now. Just because you’re Rave’s daughter, you think that changes?”
    I shrugged. “It’s just all so fucked.”
    His lips brushed the back of my hand. “Rave married my mom after I was eighteen. I only call him Dad since I don’t have one anymore and it’s less confusing for Raine.”
    Abel’s eyes filled with pain and the ice that had built up around my heart in the last thirty minutes started to melt.
    “Is he good to her?”
    “The best. I don’t have any family left. I have the club and Rave. That’s it.”
    “Daddy! Higher!”
    The warm sun beat down on my smiling face as my dad pushed me higher and higher on the swing. It was a beautiful warm summer day.
    “How’s that princess?”
    He shoved me harder and I went flying through the air as fast as the wind.
    “Weeee!” I screamed.
    “Let’s get you home for some lunch.” He grabbed the swing to slow it down.
    “Just a little bit longer?” I pleaded, popping out my lower lip.
    He grabbed me, holding me close to his chest as he kissed my cheek. “Tomorrow’s your first day of school, don’t you want to get your Cinderella backpack all ready?”
    I gasped with excitement. “Yeah!”
    “Ok, well then we better head home. Love you princess.”
    He kissed my hair and walked us over to his white truck. “Love you too, Daddy!”
    Tears were streaming down my face