"Suzanne!" I growled, my hands clenching and my face reddening. "I fucking told you not to come home this late!"
My pretty 18-year-old blonde daughter was standing, in the doorway, half fucking naked wearing a micro mini-skirt, a VERY tight sports bra and some fuck-me pumps. Her hair was done up in a ponytail that made her look younger than her 18 years.
"But daddy!" She cried out and tried to side-step me. "I'm 18 now. I can do whatever I want. And you can't stop me!"
Those were not the words I wanted to hear. I hauled off and slapped that bitch as hard as I could, sending her reeling out the doorway. When she tried to run, I grabbed her arm and yanked her inside.
"You will NEVER talk to me that way again! Do you fucking understand me?"
Tears rolled down her cheeks in rivulets and her eyes were puffy and swollen.
She nodded and tried to excuse herself.
"Listen, bitch, you literally just turned 18 yesterday. To the hungry men out there, you're just a young plaything. What would you do if a man wanted to rape you?"
My heart pounded in my chest and my blood boiled through my veins making it hard to think.
"I'd...I'd run and call for help?" She sniffled and rubbed her very reddened cheek.
"Who would you call?" I growled, advancing on her.
I grabbed her by the ponytail, eliciting a yelp from her candy-cane-red lips.
"What if I'm the one who wants to rape you? Then what?" I yanked her hair harder.