Derrick had told me to call him a lot of things when my mom ran away, or whatever she did. But never once had he asked me to call him "Daddy," not in that sense anyway. Rumors spread that he had taken care of me when I was little, up til I was about three. But I didn't know him. It was strange in the days when I first stayed with him. I wasn't used to having boys around the house. I was an only child, one with abandonment issues, my therapist said. I didn't have a stable figure in my life besides my mom. It was refreshing that he was there, but then he was there in a whole other way. He gave me the keys to sin and I made a spare copy.