*Venice's POV*
"Twiggy what the fuck," I say playfully hitting his arm.
He laughs hysterically at me.
"Negative right?" I say worried.
"Mmhm," He says smiling at me.
"Evianna?" Dad asks.
"Yes?" she asks confused.
"Could you stay down here for a moment? Me and your father need to talk to Venice upstairs," Dad gives her a serious look.
"Um, yeah sure," she says.
Dad and Twiggy lead me upstairs to their room.
*Marilyn's POV*
"Ok Ven. We need to know something."
Venice looks back at me with pleading eyes.
"Why did you have sex with him?"
She sits next to me and Twiggy not saying anything.
"Venice answer me," I say sternly.
"Dad can we please n-"
"Tell me!"
Twiggy stares at her. She stands up and starts to run.
I grab her wrist.
"Let me go!" She screams at me as she pulls out of my grip.
She runs into the bathroom and locks the door.
"Twiggy?"
"Yeah," he says worried.
"Talk to her. She talks to you, not me," I say sighing.
"I'll try to love."
*Twiggy's POV*
I knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Venice asks. I can clearly tell she was crying.
"Its Twiggy... Can I come in dear?" I heard the door unlock. She slightly cracked it. I hugged her and shut the door behind me. She cried softly into my dress. I just stroked her hair.
"Ven, why'd you do it? I dont want to hurt you more but I want to know love," I ask. She took a deep breath.
"Jakobb he always used me for his benifit and I wanted to know what it would be like to not be just a sex tool," she explained through quiet sobs.
"Oh honey," I murmered.
"Like what its like to be like you and dad," she whispered. I wanted to cry.
"Did he treat you right?" I ask cautiosly. She nodded and started crying again.
"Im sorry honey..." I said quietly, "Can I please have his cell phone number?"
"W-why?"
"I want to apologize for cussing him out and if your father is okay with it, I may ask him if he wants to come over for dinner one evening," I say.
"Really?" she asks, her eyes glimmered.
"Yeah," I smiled.
Venice hugged me.
"I love you dad,"
"I love you too Venice. Now give me Jordan's number and I'll go talk to Brian."
*Venice's POV*
Twiggy left the bathroom, not noticing the pile of red-stained toilet paper or the crimson drops on the floor.
"Wait Twiggy!" I shout at him.
I hear footsteps and hope it's Twiggy. Shit.
I see Dad peer his head through the door.
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Ven! Shit. JEORDIE!!!" He shouts.
Twiggy runs upstairs and into the bathroom.
"Ven...," he says quietly.
"I-I'm sorry," I say regretfully.
"Ven, let me see them," Dad says with tear filled eyes.
I pull up my sleeves, wincing when the cold air hits my wounds.
"Jeord, could you get the butterfly stitches?" Dad says. A single tear runs down his face.
Twiggy nods. He's back shortly with a box of butterfly stitches.
Dad carefully applies the stitches while Twiggy hugs me.
"Ven, hand me whatever the hell you used," Dad's voice shakes.
I hand him the small, lifeless object.
He puts it in his pocket and hugs me.
"Let me wrap them up so the stitches don't come off," Dad says silently.
*Marilyn's POV*
"Brian," He says dragging me to our room.
"So," I reply,"Did she tell you?"
He nods.
"She wanted to know what it was like to be like us. Not being a "
'sex tool'," Jeordie gets out before crying.
I hug him.
"Tha-That's why V-Ven did it," he says crying.
"Its ok Jeordie," I say tearing up.
"She said he treated her right though," he says barely understandable,"Maybe we could have him come over for dinner?"
"That'd be ok Jeord," I reply kindly.