Make Me Yours, Daddy

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~*JUNE*~

Mr. Macaulay knows.

He f*****g knows.

He knows I was the one from that night.

The realization hits me like a freight train, ripping the air from my lungs and every coherent thought from my head.

How could he not?

Of course he f*****g knew all along.

But he acted like he didn't know, watching me with those cold grey eyes, enjoying every second as I squirmed, stuttered, and made a complete fool of myself.

All that time, he had been holding onto the truth like some arrogant bastard who enjoyed watching people drown in their own humiliation.

I stare at him, my mouth slightly open, my brain completely empty of words.

Nothing comes out.

Not a single coherent thought can make it from my head to my tongue.

Everything has gone from awkward to absolutely, unbearably, completely