Wheeling Gull Isle drink and shout

She saw it; she saw it, the flex of sinew of his paw, and instinctively she gasps, pale red body lurching backward in reflex.
He wouldn't. He wouldn't—
But now, Dinah had convinced herself that he would. She had seen it in John, seen it in her sisters—

Thump thump thump thump

A cry, a trembling rasp; Daddy.

Fuck you fuck you fuck you

FUCK YOU

She can't do this she can't do it he's yelling why is he yelling at God it's his fault HIS FAULT HIS FAULT HIS FUCKING FAULT

Her head shakes as she tumbles on hideously trembling legs into a skip. She stops; Mama; Mama's calling.

Get out get out get away get AWAY get away

Tail pressed to the inside of her thighs, she skitters as fast as she can away from the slouched figure of her father without another word said.
God wouldn't save any of them now.