"I don't really think that I can." It's a sort of cosmic what-the-fuck moment right there. What the fuck indeed. She is a seventeen year old girl and what sort of competition is she told that old bitch? "I really think that is incredibly fucked up, she isn't seventeen, does she know that?" She doesn't want to be in competition with anyone over anything, she doesn't like it, unless it's for sports that's something different, but really, her mother? What the fuck is that shit? She doesn't like it at all. Not even a little bit.

And now she can't sleep, she is troubled by the whole thing. And creeped out. She didn't like her mother before, but it is getting harder and harder to even pretend to do so. It's not just typical teenage stuff, there is some of that, but most of it is just a slow revelation to how fucked up she is. That revelation is muted when it comes to her father, mainly because he does shower her what she thinks is honest, genuine affection and kindness. She soaks it up, what she doesn't get from mom she can get from dad.

At the moment and any given moment later, she would have no problem destroying that bitch, she would love to do so actually.

Talking about the future doesn't really help with her feelings of isolation in her desperate cling to him. "I won't find anyone," because she can't imagine finding anyone who loves her like he loves her. Can't imagine him letting her actually be with someone other then him. Sure, it's nice to think and plan about, but she has a feeling down in her gut that she will spend the rest of her life as an outer planet.

She rubs her cheek up against his shoulder and turns her head to sink her teeth into him lightly before letting his shoulder go. "I'm not worried."