But she doesn't

She grabs the box for the cooking oil that your father purchases in bulk in a bought of **** stealth, but she'd gotten good at timing when both her mother and father wouldn't be paying any attention to her so she could slip by them with her baby bump undetected.

She fill it with two sets of her favorite clothes, some necessary hygiene products, her laptop and flash drives, and all of her framed pictures. After some box tetris, she's even able to get in her favorite memory foam pillow and Mr. Ears; the stuffed bunny her daddy won her when she was ten.

She bites her nails and waits for her parents to go to bed. She jumps when she hears him knock at her door, "You alright in there?" she scrambles a reply, "Yes, daddy. I'm just a little rumble-y in my tummy right now." he takes his hand off the knob audibly, "Ok babygirl, I love you." Alice pauses, the words meaning far more to her than he could know. "I love you too, daddy!"

She wipes away tears, one of betrayal, one of shame, and one last of vanity. This is not how she wanted this to work out, but she'd rather be a kid on a milk carton than have to tell him what she did, to tell him what she wanted.

She was nothing but a wanton slut, and Mr. Wyndham would take care of all of her needs. Her daddy will always remember her as his little girl. He'd be happy, and healthy with his promotions.

Everything will work out. She had faith.

When the light went out, and she could hear their bed creek in their customary procreative sex, she rose up and took the box. She writes him a quick note on her dry-erase board and leaves it on her bed.

"Forever your little girl, Love Alice."

She made her way out of the door, down the moonlit streets and towards her new home... and she never looked back.