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It was almost an hour before the **** faded enough for Tiffany to wake up and leave her room. She looked groggy and Jimmy wasn’t used to seeing her with no makeup.

She was far from unattractive but Jimmy had tried so hard to jot look at her in that way for 5 years now. He wasn’t blind, she had a good body, maybe 10 pounds overweight, a short torso on long legs, large B cup/small C cup breasts, she had been sneaking out to clubs since she was 17 and half her wardrobe was little black dressed and the like which showed off her inner thighs. Her best feature was her big fat ass.

She had brown eyes and matching hair that looked soft if a little thin. Her chin was slightly to long which made her use heavy eye and cheek make-up in an effort to draw attention away from it.

She was most of the way in the kitchen when she noticed him sitting there looking past her with a thousand yead stare.

“What the fuck are you doing here? Didn’t mom like kick you out or whatever?” she scoffed.

“Do you remember what you did?” he responded, tone flat.

Tiffany looked around for her mother, something Jimmy had learned meant she was about to be a mega bitch, before saying “yeah, I let mom see what kind of disgusting Pervert you really are. Only thing I don’t remember is when we came back?” the beginning of her comment dripped venom but the second half pivoted quickly to confusion.

“I drove you home from the hospital…” jimmy said, tone still flat and void of emotion.

“Why was I in the hospital? Wait why the hell would they release me to you? Mom would never let that happen after what you did.” There was an undertone of panic in her words, her mind was racing, trying to fit together pieces but she didn’t have enough pieces to see the whole picture yet.

The emotional dam broke, anger, rage, pure unadulterated hate washed through Jimmy and he finally moved, turning his head towards his Stepdaughter “They released you to me because they had to!” in contrast to his previous flat tone this was closer to a growl and Tiffany took a step back in surprise, putting her back against the counter.

“Why did they have too?” she asked with a shaky voice, she put her hand on her head as a spike of pain stabbed her temple.

Jimmy rose to his feet and took a step toward her, she tried to shrink back further but couldn’t, “because your mother is dead, because YOU and your stupid bullshit KILLED her.” His voice flared and he slammed his hands on the counter on either side of her leaning in close so his eyes and hers were only inches apart.

“no, no, NO!” She cried, tears welling in the corner of her eyes “I didn’t… how did….why?” she couldn’t look him in the eyes, her condition made her unable to dispute the facts he was telling her but it would take time for her to build her own narrative if he didn’t fill in the gaps for her.

“you couldn’t stand the fact that she was happier with me then your deadbeat father who left her and flew to another country without so much as a goodbye, you lied and manipulated everyone around you and as a direct result Your mother is dead.” Tiffany had devolved into full body wracking sobs as she was **** to bear the weight of what she had done.

Jimmy knew he could take away her pain, a few words and she would calm down, hell he could make her forget her mother, make her happy and at peace.

The little cunt didn’t deserve any of that. He had every intent of making her life miserable for as long as he could. Plus, the sick part of his brain he had spent most of his life suppressing had tons of ideas of things to do with her.

He was single now after all.