POP MY CHERRY DADDY: RUINED BY HIS FATHER

Chapter 1. The Leak.

Sofia's POV.

My phone buzzed up. I hissed in the bathroom, turning the shower off. I walked out and headed straight to the drawer; the hooks had pulled out a day before, so I threaded with caution.

I tossed the oil container into a corner, but my phone still didn't stop vibrating.

“By this time of the night, why don't they send the update by morning?" I whispered.

“It's probably another lecture. ”.

“Or a damn assignment."

“Or better still, a damn exam."

“When does it ever end?" I hissed.

I picked up the phone, opened the group chat, and there were more than a thousand comments; the school group was on fire.

I tapped on the image.

It was taking forever to load, so I scrolled through the comments just so I could have a hint, cleaning the dampness of water on my chest.

“This is unbelievable." The class rep commented.

“Who would have known she's a big-time freak? Looks can be misleading." Another added.

“Damn damn damn." Another comment.

“What the hell?!" I scrolled back up, and the image was eight percent downloaded.

I tapped on the screen more than once.

In one glance the image opened before my eyes.

I saw my soul leave my body.

It was…

It was…me.

I was the one in the….

It was my…..

My legs spread apart….

My face flushed….

Lips twisted….

Nipple protruding…

The image was staring back at me.

I bite my lips hard.

I knew the only person who had access to those pictures.

It was just him.

I had warned him when he took those pictures, pleading and being adamant, but…he talked me out of it.

He insisted it was for personal pleasure and the pictures wouldn't see the sun, not even as a mistake, and now ….

My pictures were all over the school group.

Pinned….

Forwarded….

Downloaded…..

I scroll through the comments shamefully.

The tears poured, but still I refused to believe it was him; I refused to come to terms with the stark truth staring before me.

“She's too wild for a slender body, not my type." Another commented with a long laughing emoji.

I bite my lips, the phone in my hand, my body shaking. I bite hard till I can taste blood.

“Send the full video for fifty bucks." Another comment dropped with a thumbs up.

My knee felt weak.

I threw the phone on the bed, kneeling close to the dressing mirror; my whole life had shattered before my eyes.

The tears poured uncontrollably.

I whispered his name.

"Tristain."

I whispered too faintly.

I couldn't breathe.

My throat suddenly went dry.

I….

I trusted him.

How could he do this to me?

How could he ridicule me in this way?.

He made…

He made a promise to me….

He swore in his late mother's grave.

"Sofia, no one else is going to have them but me." Those were his exact words.

Tristain looked at me with so much sincerity in his eyes; he rubbed my cheek, kissing my hand at intervals, planting soft kisses on my neck just the way I like it.

How could I have known?

How could I have known it was a genius of deceit and a mastery in manipulation?

My body….

The same body I had covered for years.

The same body no one had access to until the night the bastard disvirgined me.

Now it was all in the open.

Everyone had a damn opinion about what I had beneath me.

My nipples.

My white pubic hair I hadn't shaved in days.

Shame consumed me.

Mucus poured out of my nose, my eyes already swollen.

I grabbed the phone again, swiping through the contacts, searching for the one name.

Tristain Kane.

I ran my shivering hands through till I saw his chat, and I clicked on it.

He was online.

It was probably a mistake.

That was the only justification for this.

He hadn't commented on any of the posts.

He was probably trying to bring it down, or so I thought.

The school group popped up again, and surprisingly, it was Tristain.

I clicked on it.

One thousand dollars and I will share the full video. ”.

"What?!"

My stomach twisted.

My heart shattered into tiny pieces of glass.

My world stopped.

He…

He did…

He did it intentionally.

It wasn't a damn mistake.

Tristain was humiliating me to my face.

He was putting a price on my nudity.

I pressed the call button, beating my chest continuously while the tears continued to pour.

Declined.

I dialed again and again.

Again

Declined

Again.

The call dropped.

I squeezed the phone hard.

My heart aches.

I summoned courage, cleaning the tears that poured uncontrollably, and I decided to text him instead.

My whole body went numb.

He saw my calls.

The phone was with him.

Tristain…

He was ….

He was under every comment, responding with a laughing emoji….

He laughed like he wasn't the same man who spread my legs wide and made love to me.

A laughing emoji to my nudes being forwarded?.

I hit the marble floor with my palm, and I curled myself into a ball, crying hard.

I wanted the ground to open wide and swallow me.

My life has been ruined.

Why do I live?!.

I stayed there for minutes; I thought of harming myself, but I needed an explanation.

Even if this would be the end, I needed to look Tristan in the face and ask him the gravity of my offense against him to deserve this humiliation, so I cleaned my face up, blew the thick mucus out of my nose, and wore a shirt I had picked out earlier. I changed into a pair of long jeans and wore my winter jacket.

I ran out of the room as fast as I could, knowing that if I stayed in there for a minute, I would do something drastic.

The night breeze was cold against my skin, the street was almost empty, cars sped off twice as fast, just a few people were walking on the road, I tried to focus on the road but my head hurt really badly, and I stood still waiting for the vehicles to give way so I could cross to the other side and take a cab.

Tristain’s place was about a thirty-minute drive away, and I was certain he was home.

While I saw the road was free, I jumped into the road, not watching the other end.

The next thing I heard was a loud horn.

A car flashed its full light in my face.

My knee felt weak….

I passed out.