The Door Bell

I swallowed as much as I could, hoping it would be enough. It seemed to be, as he left as soon as he was done. Two weeks later, waiting for daddy to come home, sitting on my bed. Rocking it back and forth. Knowing that he was gonna beat me, and probably rape my never having there had been. It seemed more than an hour later. I heard the door bell ring. Quickly, I threw on some clean panties and answered it, and saw my aunt, My daddy's sister, told me something that would change my life forever. My daddy, who had abused me in every way for the last two years, was dead. I was glad he was dead, because it meant that my pain down there was finally over. I'm thirteen now, and I live with my lesbian aunt and her lover. I couldn't be happier even when they. It is different the feelings, some how. They never touch me, except to say goodnight. No matter how much I love being free, I'll never forget how hard I was used it felt more like being abused by my daddy.