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"God, why do those beds feel so damn uncomfortable?" She asked. |
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Dylan Montgomery - "I know, they're awful," he agreed, driving. He'd thought about what Taylor said in their argument over text. She was right, he needed to tell Lil about his parents. Once they were at home, he turned off the truck but instead of getting out, he turned to her, "Lil, I haven't been completely honest with you..." |
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"Hmm? What do you mean?" She asked. |
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Dylan Montgomery - "My parents aren't actually my birth parents," he began slowly. "My birth parents died in a public shooting when I was 18 months old,"
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"Oh god. I'm sorry, baby." She stated. |
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"It's okay, I don't remember them very much," |
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"Guess I should be honest too." She stated. "My parents, as you obviously know, are not good people. My dad and older brother have assaulted me before. My parents and siblings were all abusive mentally, verbally, emotionally, physically, and... and s**ually." |
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"S**ually?! What? Your family s**ually abused you?!" That was much more alarming than anything. That was so wrong and so messed up. |
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"Uh, yeah. Ever since I was a kid." She nodded. "I did get pregnant by my dad, and I aborted it." She paused, her breathing shaky and uneven. "I-I couldn't carry that baby." |
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Dylan gaped, horrified. "Oh my god..." he muttered. He picked her up and pulled her onto his lap, hugging her tight. "You'll never go through anything like that again, I promise," |
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