Despite the pain you have shit to do.

With traffic it took 45 minutes before Jesus was dropping you off in your driveway. Sure enough, your car was parked on the street where the tow truck had left it. Getting out, you paid him what you owed before closing the door.

Groaning, you felt your muscles starting to throb as the painkiller from earlier wore off. Gingerly, you walked to the door. Reaching for your keys, you realized you didn't have them, so you reached out, jabbing the doorbell.

DINNNGGGGGG. DONNGGGGGGGG

Patiently waiting, you counted to 86 before you heard the door's deadbolt being disengaged. Throwing the door open, a visibly relieved Sunyi hugged you, eliciting a painful grunt as she squeezed you.

Bashfully she let you go, hurriedly apologizing, "I'm so sorry, sir; I was just so happy to see you home."

Leaning in, you kiss the woman before telling her, "I'm glad to be home. Sorry if I made you all worry."

For a mere brushing of the lips. Sunyi stared up into your eyes, visibly stunned. Her hand drifted up, touching her lips as you swore you saw a glimmer of want in her expression. She blinked, and the moment passed as she backed up stammering. "Krystal and Lili were both concerned the police showed up."

"Well, I'm home now," you tell her as you enter the house. Heading over to the island, you lead through the release orders, finding your prescriptions.

Pulling them out, you ask, "Where are my keys?"

Sunyi retrieved them from the coffee table before handing them to you.

"As much as I'd like to rest, I need to fill these before the meds wear off," you tell her.

She solemnly nods, asking, "Would you like me to come with you?"

"No, if Lili and Krystal get back before me, let them know I'm okay," you tell her.

Making your way out to the car, you unlock it and get in. Looking over, you see Bailey's crumpled bag lying on the floorboards. You wince as you reach over, picking it up. Looking inside, you see the skirt and heels she wore to the hotel. Also in the bag you saw the two bottles of fertility **** and a note. You remembered putting them in the glove box that night. Curious, you pulled out the note and unfolded it.

Daddy,

I can't believe those fuckers thought they could hurt you. I'm pissed that I can't show you how your marks look on my skin. I'm giving Angela your keys so your car can be towed home. Also, I took another dose of both pills.

Your Breeding Whore.

Folding up the note, you groaned. Whether in pain or from the blood rushing to your cock, you don't know. Closing your eyes, you imagine brushing aside Bailey's ponytail and licking her Daddy's Whore tattoo. You could almost feel her shiver as she shoved her ass back into your groin. "Mnnnnnn, I fucking knew it, Daddy, triplets." Reaching around you, stroke her belly, covering her Deposits Only tattoo. Smiling, she purred, "I'm going to make all your other whores fucking jealous that I'm showing before them."

Opening your eyes, you blink away the fantasy. Starting the car, you make the five-minute drive to the CVS. Heading inside, you walk over to the pharmacy, and lucking out, it wasn't busy. Sitting down, you mostly tune out the throbbing in your abused muscles for the 15 minutes it took them to fill the prescriptions.

Finally finished, you pay for medication and leave the store. Walking back to the car, you pause as you see the Cricket storefront. Despite just wanting to go home and lie down, you detour to replace your phone.

Entering the store, Tim, who you'd interacted with before, greeted you. You told him what you needed, and 30 minutes later you were leaving the store, new phone in hand. Because of the shattered screen, your old phone had almost no trade-in value, so you kept it.

Driving home, it was just after 2 o'clock. Because you didn't drive them in, you knew the girls were on the bus, so you guessed it would be at aleast another half hour before they got home. Heading inside, you saw Sunyi in the kitchen. Nodding to her, you got a bottle of water out of the fridge.

Thoughts of food were a far second to the discomfort in your muscles. "Sunyi, don't bother making me dinner; I'm going to take my meds and sleep it off."

Heading into your room, you slip off your shirt before heading into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, you could see the dozens of bruises covering your torso.

"Fuck me," you think to yourself as you realize how lucky it was you had no internal bleeding.

Taking the pills, you head back into the bedroom, shucking off your pants. Sitting on the side of the bed, you turn on the new phone. You saw it was at 50% battery, but you checked to make sure everything had transferred over all right.

After a couple minutes you smiled; everything was there—pictures, contacts, and messages, the whole nine yards. Ignoring the 134 unread text messages you had. You sent out a text to the group that you were home from the hospital and will see everyone tomorrow in class.

Then, pressing the call button, you called the school office.

"Hello, Central Tempest High School, this is Alice Jow; how may I help you?"

"Hi Alice, it's Jason Clarkson. Is Barbara still in?"

Principal Smalley hadn't left, so in a brief conversation you told her despite being bruised and battered, you were ready to get back to work tomorrow. She asked if you were sure, but when you insisted, she said she let the substitute know and wished you a good night.

Ending the call, you threw back the covers, lying down. You felt the pain start to fade as the meds kicked in. Having taken the stronger of the two meds, you were quickly feeling nothing as you drifted off. Lying there in darkness, you briefly roused as you felt the bed to your right and left move. Opening your eyes, you briefly met Lilies gaze in the dimly lit room.

You heard Krystal whisper from behind, "Don't do anything like that again, Uncle."

Not saying anything, you drifted back to sleep sandwiched between the two teens.