Despair and Betrayal
This is a fictional story...if it gets you wondering whether I write this out of personal experience, you can forget about it now, This IS A FICTION. Comments are more than welcome,
Laura:(Chapter One: Golden Memories)
'You whorebaby, you slutwitch'
Daddy had always called her that, Laura remembered, as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, I am always the whorebaby, the slutwitch. Ever since Mummy was sent packing because Daddy saw her DOING BUSINESS with a man half her age. DOING BUSINESS as in the slamming of a bedroom door, the creaking sound of a bed, the ripping noise of fabric, and the moaning of her mother's name. DOING BUSINESS as in when she knocked on the door to find Mummy so she could tell Mummy Daddy's home, and it's time for dinner, she saw her mother naked body, pressed under the man's dark skin. Oh, Daddy never liked MUMMY'S BUSINESS. Oh no, Daddy didn't like it one bit.
Daddy had one of his Golden Memories when he saw Mummy DOING BUSINESS with that man, It was his NUMBER ONE GOLDEN MOMENT, really: Grabbing that man's neck and squeezing until the man grew purple in the place, slapping Mummy across the face when Mummy tried to stop him, and he threw the man out of the door (without giving him his clothes back, Laura remembered) Then Daddy hit Mummy again and again, slapping her face so hard that it sounds like firecrackers exploding,grabbing Mummy's long blonde hair and flunging her across the room like a rag doll. Rag Doll Mummy made a howling noise when she whizzed across the room like Superwoman, and with a THUMP, hit the wall on the other side of the room. Daddy didn't stop there, though.
He kept screaming at Mummy,' You want to be a slut, you filthy hoe? I will show you how to be a slut!'He pushed Mummy up against the wall and kept hitting her thrighs.
That was the NUMBER ONE GOLDEN MOMENT, and the last straw for Daddy. The next day, he sent a bruised and bleeding Mummy out of the door, with a warning that if she breathe a word to anyone of what happened, he will ruin her forever. With Mummy gone, Laura would take her place as the Slut of the House.
Laura picked up the razor she was holding, and held it inder the light, It gleamed...almost invitingly. As shiny as the droplets of Mummy;s blood when Daddy was playing out his Golden Moment Two with Mummy...
(To be continued...)
'You whorebaby, you slutwitch'
Daddy had always called her that, Laura remembered, as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, I am always the whorebaby, the slutwitch. Ever since Mummy was sent packing because Daddy saw her DOING BUSINESS with a man half her age. DOING BUSINESS as in the slamming of a bedroom door, the creaking sound of a bed, the ripping noise of fabric, and the moaning of her mother's name. DOING BUSINESS as in when she knocked on the door to find Mummy so she could tell Mummy Daddy's home, and it's time for dinner, she saw her mother naked body, pressed under the man's dark skin. Oh, Daddy never liked MUMMY'S BUSINESS. Oh no, Daddy didn't like it one bit.
Daddy had one of his Golden Memories when he saw Mummy DOING BUSINESS with that man, It was his NUMBER ONE GOLDEN MOMENT, really: Grabbing that man's neck and squeezing until the man grew purple in the place, slapping Mummy across the face when Mummy tried to stop him, and he threw the man out of the door (without giving him his clothes back, Laura remembered) Then Daddy hit Mummy again and again, slapping her face so hard that it sounds like firecrackers exploding,grabbing Mummy's long blonde hair and flunging her across the room like a rag doll. Rag Doll Mummy made a howling noise when she whizzed across the room like Superwoman, and with a THUMP, hit the wall on the other side of the room. Daddy didn't stop there, though.
He kept screaming at Mummy,' You want to be a slut, you filthy hoe? I will show you how to be a slut!'He pushed Mummy up against the wall and kept hitting her thrighs.
That was the NUMBER ONE GOLDEN MOMENT, and the last straw for Daddy. The next day, he sent a bruised and bleeding Mummy out of the door, with a warning that if she breathe a word to anyone of what happened, he will ruin her forever. With Mummy gone, Laura would take her place as the Slut of the House.
Laura picked up the razor she was holding, and held it inder the light, It gleamed...almost invitingly. As shiny as the droplets of Mummy;s blood when Daddy was playing out his Golden Moment Two with Mummy...
(To be continued...)
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