(From Blue's Perspective)
"You saw her?" Dem asked Bree, who shook her head. Bree was shocked at her father's behavior. I could not blame her. Dem did look crazy, as if he could kill someone on the spot.
I placed my hand on Dem's arm. "Honey…"
"Did you know?" he asked angrily although he did not pull his arm away.
"Know what? Come on, we don't know for certain. Besides, it doesn't matter even if she looks like me. It sounds so ridiculous anyway," I said.
"Doesn't matter?" Dem barked. "You know what it means, don't you? That he always wanted to fuck you? So he got himself someone that looks like you? I won't be surprised if he calls her Blue in bed!"
"Dem! Our daughter is here!"
"I don't fucking care!"
"But I do!"
I got up and stormed out of the dining hall with Dem right behind me. He grabbed my wrist and pinned me against the wall, not caring who saw us.
