This is how I am bred.
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Two days after my 18th birthday my mother split...as you can imagine, my father and I were quite distraught (to this day we still don't know where she went). The time line from there, however, is fairly simple.
One week after my mother left my father's performance at work started a drastic downward spiral.
Two weeks after my mother left my father started to change into a dangerous mix of anxious and extremely dark.
Three weeks after my mother left my father's boss passed through our modest threshold and my life changed forever. It was a Saturday, around 2pm and my father had JUST left to do some shopping, so I politely rejected Mr. Bannister's visit. "He's went to the store, shouldn't be but about an hour...you should come back then. " He told me that he wanted to discuss something with me - a surprise for my grieving father - and could he please come in. So I let him.
Eager to make my father happy again I fetched Mr. Bannister a beer from the fridge and sat down to hear this proposal. For a while, the talk was genuineness though I still made swift glances towards the drive way, desperate for my father to return and comfort my discomfort.
"But there is one thing your daddy said I could do while I'm here...because I was going to let him go, but he said he would do just about anything to keep his job and support his daughter. Fortunately for the both of you, your father agreed to my terms. Though, it's important you know he didn't want it this way."
I was beyond confused and now a little scared by the slight grin on his ancient, wrinkled face, and the nuances of his sudden shift in body language.
Stammering out a "what did you have in mind," daddy's boss reached forward and pushed some hair from my face. Of course I flinched and flashed a look of disgust...setting him off on a more enraged path.
"You worthless fucking cunt," He snarled causing me to screech out a sound as my fight or flight tried to kick in.
"Come here!"
I don't know why I didn't try to run, but I should have because Mr. Bannister grabbed me by the back of my neck and threw me, face down, on the couch. Of course THIS time I tried to get away but it was too little and definitely too late. Jamming his knee painfully into my spine and pushing my head into the cushion, my daddy's boss easily ripped my flannel PJ's down over my hips, pulling my panties down at the same time.
By this time, my muffled screams could only be heard for a few feet around. I heard the 65 year old, athletically built man throw off his belt before he climbed onto the sofa, between my legs.
