Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2004 00:01:09 -0500 From: Alana Montgomery Subject: I Will Be My Hero-Chapter 2 *This is a fictional work created and owned by me. If it resembles your life, then you must be one lucky bastard. If you do not approve of this subject matter, then adios. Or if you are too young, go to the Sesame Street website. I've heard those muppets get really wild sometimes. If you have any comments/suggestions, feel free to email me at alana_montgomery@email.com . Be sure to read my other stories in the archives* {There was a little typo in the first story, the current boyfriend's name is Carlos not Jose} I Will Be My Hero Chapter 2: What Father Did By Alana Montgomery A couple of weeks later, when we were asleep, I awoke screaming like a banshee. Carlos quickly rolled over and held me tightly in his arms. "What's wrong baby", he asked. "I had a bad dream", I responded. "About what", he asked. I really did not want to answer him, but he had this look in his eye that said, "I am not going to give up until you tell me". "Please don't hate me", I said wih tears streaming down my cheeks. "Jeff, I don't think I could ever hate you", he said as he kissed my forehead. "Well my father died a few years ago", I said. "Is that all", he asked. "No it isn't", I responded, "you see, it all started right after my mother had a nervous breakdown when I was twelve". [Twelve Years Ago] It was during Thanksgiving break. Dad was at was at work and mom and I were at home. I was sitting in the living room playing Super Mario Brothers on my Super Nitendo while mom was folding laundry. "I will but these towels up, take a bath then come down and make us some lunch", she said as she walked up the stairs. I soon heard the water come on upstairs but didn't think anything of it. After a while, the tub didn't stop running and it really conscerned me so I went upstairs. I opened my parents bathroom door and found my mother in the overflowing tub and blood was everywhere. On the counter was an empty bottle of aspirin and a razor blade. I quickly turned off the water. Then I ripped up a bedsheet and tied the strips of cloth around her wrists as tight as I could. I ten ran downstairs and called the paramedics and dad. The paramedics arrived within five minutes and drove us to the hospital. It wasn't long before dad met me at the hospital. Soon after, mom was committed into the state hospital. The last thing she said to me was, "I love you". Dad and I went back home and that night I had trouble sleeping so he let me sleep with him. That first night was wonderful, feeling the warmth of his firm smooth chest against my back. His heavy breathing against my neck. Soon things started to change. He said, "Since your mother isn't here, you will have to start picking up the slack". I soon found out that he didn't mean just chores. That douche bag made me his fucking whore. Every night he would make me do these things...make me touch him. If it was just the sex, I could've handled it, but no, he had to beat me all the time too. On one occassion, he came home late from a night of drinking. The stinch of Jack was so strong on his breath. That night he beat me almost unconscious and had his way with me quite svagely. The next morning I went to school and had a hard time sitting because my ass hurt so much. At the end of class my first period teacher Ms. Alexander took me aside. "What happened to you, Jeff", she asked. "I...I...uh fell down a flight of stairs", I responded. "I know what you mean, I used to fall down that same exact flight of stairs when I was a girl", she said. That was the first time I ever seen Ms. Alexander show any emotion. A single tear flowed down her ebony cheek. "I used to think it was my fault", she continued, "I always thought that if I was a better daughter, he wouldn't do this to me. That's not true for me and it is not true for you Jeff. If you let me help you, none of this will ever happen to you again". I quickly ran out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. I sat in a stall for about 30 minutes just sobbing. Then I had to go to the bathroom and when I bulled down my pants and boxers and saw blood running out, I screamed in horror. This helped me realize the severity of what was going on. I quickly ran back to Ms. Alexander's room, but she was teaching her next class. She saw me standing outside her door and excused herself from the room. She walked me over to a secluded part of the courtyard at the school and there I told her everything. About the beatings and the rapes. That day my father was arrested and I never laid eyes on him until his funeral. My mother hung herself after she heard what he had done to me. I still remember what the note said. {Dear Jeff, I am so sorry for failing you as not only a mother but as a human being. I should've know that he would do this to you. Why didn't I stop this? Now I am going to a place to where I can never hurt you again. Love, Mom} I stayed with Ms. Alexander until I graduated from high school. Those were the happiest years of my life. She was a "confirmed bachelorette" as she liked to call herself. She had no hopes of ever having children. She spent all of her energy doting on me. [Back to the Present] "You know what, maybe we should take a flight to see Ms. Alexander, I think she would love you, Carlos", I said. He pulled my head to his bare shoulder and held me tight. "As long as I am around, no one will ever hurt you again", he said to me. I soon fell back asleep in his arms, feeling warm and safe like I have never ever felt before. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I know that this might not be the most "erotic" story in the archives, but I think it's sweet. I would really like y'alls constructive criticism. 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