Grabbing a purple Bic butane, he stuffed the baggie into his shirt pocket and went to the porch door; he wouldn’t smoke marijuana inside the house. ...eaving the door open to hear better, he grabbed a plastic chair and sat it facing the screen door. Alyssa lay perfectly in view. Too perfectly, as the throw he’d laid over her didn’t cover her below mid-calf. He jolted upright and stood. Alyssa wore no underwear.“Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck!” he swore. Burned on his retinas was the image of his daughter. She had been thinking of what to say to him,possibly giving him a list of rules, but she didn't actually want to dothings like that. They'd made their promises to each other a while ago.She wanted him to act sweetly and be cute for her and do everything sheneeded him to do. Controlling his behavior too precisely - micromanaginghim - was a hideous waste of both their lives and reminded her ofsituations she'd despised.She was also reminded of a conversation she'd had with Fatima. Her aunthad told. Having said that, she told me that she couldn’t get me out of her head and every time that I called she had to fight with herself to not answer.“I like you Grey, and because I like you I can’t be with you. Not now. I’ve gone from one relationship to the next and I just need some me-time. When Maddie told me about her situation, I immediately thought about you. I thought that I could use this as an excuse to see you again - as friends, ya know?”She was looking at me to gauge my reaction,. " Get your ass on the floor bitch!" I felt a tear from her eye fall on my hand. I could smell her sweet scent as I held her head in my vice grip. Her hair against my cheek. We lowered ourselves to the floor. " Now put your hands behind your back." I moved my hand from her mouth and she started in with a chorus of pleads. I shut her up by pressing the knife against her again. She complied, almost sobbing now. I tied her wrist behind her with a strip of rope from my pocket, jerking the knot.