Getting ready for school that morning was a long slug of motion. I made sure to change the sheets on my bed (what little good that does me now...) and to put my dirty sheets in the washer, but the embarrassment I felt from my father spotting my wet stain left behind on my bed was crippling. Compounding that feeling was the fact that after he left when I checked myself over in the mirror, I saw a wet droplet on the side of my mouth.
You guessed it, it was leftover of my Daddy's semen.
I thought I could die right there. I sat there talking to him, and the entire time, he was staring at my squirt stain on the bed and his cum on my face. I decided I would spend the morning at school searching online at how difficult it was to change my name and start life over in Australia or something. By the time Maggie arrived to pick me up, the nurse had arrived, and my father had already begun the morning routine with my mother.
I said a quick goodbye to which my mother smiled weakly at me before I ducked out of the house.
Maggie had to turn down the Taylor Swift music that blared out of her speakers to speak.
"Damn, Anne. You look like shit," she said with a smirk.
I sighed, "Thanks, bitch," as I sat in the passenger seat.
Normally, I hated the music so loud so early in the morning, but this morning, I welcomed all distractions and anything that got me out of my head.
"You and Brad get into a fight or something?" Maggie asked as she puffed her cigarette and blew smoke out the window.
"No, I just couldn't sleep last night," I half lied. For a brief moment, I considered telling Maggie about last night, but that thought was quickly tossed out the window. Despite her being my best friend since kindergarten, Maggie was a blabbermouth. If I told her, by the end of the day, three teachers and my entire senior class at Western Falls High School would know.
She had enough self-awareness to admit the fault, at least. She always said she was fine with me keeping secrets from her because of her 'condition,' aka being a motormouth. In many ways, she was the opposite of me. While Maggie sought to be the center of attention, I was happy to blend in. My long brunette hair contrasted with her shoulder-length dirty blonde and flirty personality.
"We're still going to that party on Saturday night, right?" Maggie asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
I made a face as I knew I promised her, but I definitely did not feel like being around a bunch of people.
"Anna..." Maggie groaned.
"Alright, yeah," I relented.
"Yes!" Maggie clapped, tossing out her smoke before pulling into the school parking lot.
At least it would get me out of the house. It was a strange predicament I was in as there was still a part of me that wanted to be around my father, but I didn't want to be around him if he was going to be awkward and, well, father-like. I wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to spoon me. I wanted what he did to me last night... but if that was out of the question, at least I could avoid the awkwardness by being at a stupid house party.
"Hey," I said, glancing at Maggie as she found a parking spot. "You still have those gummies?"
"Yeah, why?" Maggie said, raising an eyebrow in my direction. "You want to get high at 7 am at school?"
I smiled deviously and shrugged as innocently as possible.
Maggie laughed and made a paranoid look around the parking lot before shaking her head.
"Okay, fuck it!" she said, digging in her center console. I giggled and clapped my hands as I hoped something would finally relax me.
Maggie fished a small sandwich baggy out that had six smushed cherry-colored gummy bears inside. Grabbing two of them, she handed me one.
"Fuck it," I said, tapping my gummy against Maggie's like it was a bottle of beer before downing it.
"Fuck it," Maggie said.
It was twenty minutes into the first period before the gummy had an effect. After that, time slowed and sped up at the same time. School felt like a conveyor belt that I rode on as I moved from class to class. Luckily, I wasn't called on by any of my teachers since I could not follow anything that was happening anywhere. The gummy had the desired effect though, since I didn't worry about my father all day. In fact, I found myself wondering more and more,
why aren't my daddy and I hooking up regularly?
Fantasies felt like reality as I wondered what would happen if I went home and pulled Daddy into my bedroom and stripped my clothes off. I had seen the way other men--even teachers--leered at my breasts. Would my Dad really not get turned on at seeing my tits? Would he really push me away if I got on my knees and told him to use me as his sex slave?
