“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Daddy says. “Let’s get you out of here.”
As Daddy helps Hazel to her feet, I realize she’s holding a wad of cash in her hand. A decent amount of money, by the looks of it. What the fuck is going on? We walk Hazel outside and lead her toward Daddy’s car.
“Have you been drinking?” I ask.
“N-no.” Hazel shakes her head. “No drinking.”
“I don’t smell alcohol on her breath or anything.” Daddy adds.
“So, you just decided to loiter in the bar of a cheap motel and not drink?” Lexi wonders. “I mean, I’m sure they didn’t bother to check for an ID…”
“Lexi!” Daddy warns. “Not now.”
“Right. Sorry.” the redhead says.
“Do we need to call the police?” Daddy asks.
“No!” Hazel insists vehemently. “No police!”
“Okay, we’ll get you home.” I whisper soothingly.
“I’m a worthless whore.” Hazel mumbles.
“No, you’re not.” Daddy states as he squeezes Hazel’s shoulder reassuringly.
We get Hazel into the backseat of Daddy’s car, and Lexi decides to stay with her. Then Daddy and I make our way to Hazel’s car to check on it. The first thing we notice is that a bunch of full garbage bags are stacked on the back seat. The back floor is also littered with various items; including clothes. Weird. Hazel left the key in the ignition, so Daddy tries to start it.
“Dead battery.” he says. “Just needs a jump, then we can drive it home. A fresh battery, and it’s good as new.”
“Do you have jumper cables?” I ask.
“Yes, in the trunk.” Daddy answers.
“I can drive it home.” I offer.
“Great. We’ll have Hazel text her parents and tell them she’s staying the night. They must be worried.” Daddy says.
Daddy and I go back to his car and get in the front seat. Daddy then explains to Hazel what’s wrong with her car. She just nods. He pulls his car into position and pops the hood and trunk. After jump-starting Hazel’s car, Daddy closes the hoods and puts the jumper cables away.
“See you at home.” he says to me. “Drive safe.”
The entire ride home, I’m terrified. What the fuck is going on? Is Hazel a rape victim? Should we call the police? Fuck! I’m so worried about my friend. The drive is forty-five minutes, so I have plenty of time to ruminate before arriving home. Eventually, I’m parking Hazel’s car right beside mine. About damn time.
“She wouldn’t say anything on the ride back.” Daddy explains as Lexi leads Hazel into the house.
“I’ll get her something to drink.” I offer.
When I return with a bottle of water, Hazel is in the main living room, sitting on the couch. She looks terrible. There’s still dry cum in her hair. She shakes with sobs. I hand her the water, and she is at least coherent enough to open the bottle and take a sip.
“Thank you.” Hazel mumbles.
“Hazel, are you sure you haven’t been drinking?” I ask as I sit down beside her.
“I’m sure.” she replies. “I’m sober.”
“Can you tell us what happened?” Lexi asks as she sits on Hazel’s other side.
“It’s okay if you want to wait.” Daddy says calmly. He’s standing a few feet in front of the couch, facing us. “But, you do need to tell your parents where you are. They are probably so worried.”
“I-I-I can’t.” Hazel mumbles. She’s still holding the money in her hand.
“Why not?” Daddy wonders.
“I’m a whore!” Hazel screams, her hands buried in her hair as she claws at her head.
“Hazel, calm down.” I whisper quietly.
“You’re okay, you’re safe here.” Lexi adds.
“I-I did a bad thing.” Hazel mumbles.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to tell us right now.” Daddy says. “Do you want me to call your parents?”
“No!” Hazel shrieks. “Don’t call them!”
“They need to know you’re safe, at least.” Daddy reasons.
“They don’t care.” Hazel cries, her lower lip quivering.
“What do you mean?” Daddy asks. “Of course they care.”
“No, they don’t!” Hazel shouts. “They kicked me out!”
“What!” I exclaim. “Why?”
“I’m pregnant.” Hazel whispers as she looks up at Daddy with tears streaming down her face. “And, I don’t know who the father is.”
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