She confesses, but doesn't go into detail

But, I was tired of lying. I'd lied about school, my social life, my mood. Constant lies to dad, claiming I was fine or just 'tired' for no real reason when the truth as I had been bullied to the point of tears for the day. For years I had lied to dad, and I was honestly quite sick of it.

So I told the truth, a sanitized version of it.

"I have... indulged a little." I admitted.

Dad looked back at me, brow raised again. I hung my head, "Dad, I've been... alone, for years since mom died. Emma abandoned me, everyone at school see's me as target practice, and for a while you were just... gone."

Guilt spread over his face, "Taylor, I..."

"No, I get it." I interrupted. "We all grieve in our own ways. I get that. But for four years, I've been by myself. No one to really talk to, no one to confess... anything to. No one to hug, and... no one to touch me. I have needs you know, I'm eighteen. So yes, when I figured out what the stickers could do, I indulged myself."

"With who?" dad asked, his voice sad.

I looked at the floor, "Mostly my morning escort. I was curious, so I... grabbed that Slut sticker I used on Sophia and we had some fun."

I glanced up at dad who was frowning. "O-okay, look." I stammered out. "I'm on the pill, you know that. I'm not that reckless. And and, I've never been with anyone okay? I just wanted to feel wanted by someone, even if it was just for mindless fun."

There were a handful of times I had seen the look of sorrow on dad's face. His parents funeral nearly a decade ago, the near total shutdown of the Union docks and Brockton Bays descent into hell... and mom's ****. Dad wasn't a man to express himself often, he kept his emotions in check. This was the most I'd seen from him in years. I was even more surprised when he pulled me in for a hug.

His warm arms around me made me feel... safe, secure. He held me tightly, with a genuine emotion I'd not felt from him in a long time.

"I am... so sorry Taylor. I... I've messed up, so badly." his voice was quivering, he sounded on the verge of tears. My heart ached and I felt my own eyes grow wet. I returned his hug, and we sat together on my bed, letting our emotions slowly seep out.