The Final Straw

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TRIGGER WARNING

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Lila

She was sobbing thirty seconds in and shaking her head.

It couldn't be… he wouldn't! But then she remembered that night in the apartment, the way Dane had been shaking, and squeezed his eyes closed—he'd been so certain, so convinced of the things his father was capable of. Horrible things. Manipulative things. Things that no sane person wanted to do—but he was capable of finding a way. 

It had to be that. He had to have forced Dane, somehow. That had to be it.

Right?

He'd told her that his father would force people into situations they didn't want to be in. Told her that he humiliated and confronted people with their fears or anxieties. Used their loved one against them and made them do things to keep the most important people and things in their lives save. 

But that wasn't this.