If I don't get to fucking punch her in the face, you don't either. [Parker spoke quickly, her hands leaving her face now. She would have dearly loved to have punched Denise, and it had taken everything inside her not to keep punching her until he warden's face was a mass of blood and bone beneath Parker's bruised fists.]

Because she thinks that if my father loved me, he wouldn't have fucking gotten be involved in the Centre shit, even though they would have fucking killed me otherwise.