HER SAVIOUR

NIGHTINGALE

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My father ripped my blouse and put his face between my breasts that were still in a bra. I realized that I was in shock when I didn’t move or make a sound. It was like I was watching this happen to a stranger, like it wasn’t happening to me and I was just watching from afar. My father was physically abusive, yes, but he never outrightly abused me sexually. Confusion commingled with absolute terror in my mind as he began to fondle my breasts. He squeezed them roughly and rubbed himself through his boxers, he was already hard.

“You both have been nothing but a burden to me, it’s only fair if you pay me back for all the misfortune you brought to my life. When I’m done with you, Nightingale, your sister is next, then you both will go out and let other men have you till we’re swimming in money. You both will make me rich again, you owe me that. You…”

There was a loud sound as my sister hit our father on the head with a frying pan. He groaned and dropped to the side of the b