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♡Astrid♡ Once we got home, I made sure Freya had freshened up and gone to bed before I waited for Adrian in the living room. I knew he wasn't back because one of his cars wasn't in the garage, and the easier way to get him was to wait for him in the living room. I sat on the couch and tipped my head back before closing my eyes. God, I was so fucking tired. It sucks having a mother who wouldn't believe she made a poor choice of a man who abused a child under his care and was ready to do so to another a couple of years later. It totally sucks. I had a lot on my mind that I had no idea when I drifted off. Someone was touching me. Soft finger brushes across my cheeks, and they were tucking my hair behind my ear. The touch drifted down, and I tensed up immediately. Derrick. The smell of wood and body wash. It irritated me—I hated it. It went further down and down; I could feel it on my thighs. I shook my head, muttering words that weren't audible even to me. I hated when he touched me. He g