“Dad,” Ari said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up to her clavicles. “Scout!”
The sun was all but set, and the dusk between the trees was the color of cobwebs. He hugged her back, and held her. He was going to fuck her. His heart was a heavy hammer inside his chest. Her hair smelled faintly of coconut shampoo and dried sweat. What…what’s wrong? He lowered himself to the floor between her knees, gnashing and biting his way down her thighs, pulling the skirt down the lengths of her legs before casting it across the room. “I…I was calling Ari back. He was just tired. Still, Roy fucked the side of his daughter’s skull, wrapped her beautiful golden hair around her bloody, spittle-covered face like a veil. “Roy…what…what the FUCK are you doing?”
Roy panicked. “What time is it?” His daughter fumbled for the phone on her nightstand. His wife stood in the darkened hallway, wrapped in the DisneyWorld robe she had kept from their vacation two years ago. The air conditioning had been cranked to