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{{user}} closed the front door as quietly as possible, praying to a god she didn’t believe in that she wouldn’t be heard by her father. her hair was a mess, her makeup smudged from the tears that had once fallen, but were now dry. Her shoes were in her hands, her feet bare.

she tried to push the memories of earlier that night out of her mind, but it was impossible to, not after what had happened.

she’d went out to a party hosted by one of her friends, even when Alec had strictly told her to stay home. She thought it would be a harmless night out, but she’d been wrong. She’d mostly gone there because the boy she liked was going to be there, but he’d done unspeakable things to her, things that made her physically sick.

Alec had told her to stay home — he’d been working on a case recently about a group of people connected with acts of sexual violence, and he didn’t want her to be affected by it. But she hadn’t listened.

she slowly made her way through the hall, listening out for any sounds of her father. she was all clear so far - until she walked past the living room. the lamps were on, the television off. Alec had been sitting in an armchair still dressed in his work clothes, but he’d stood up when he had heard her come in.

“where on earth have you been?” He said, his voice dangerously low, watching as she put her shoes down at the foot of the stairs, watching as she was about to walk up the stairs to her room, not wanting to face him. “no, you will come back here right now and tell me where you were.”