Nick made me laugh. Lunch break was never boring with him. I know, it’s not every 9-year old that would be best friends with a boy from her class, but it’s true when I say that Nick made me smile. He never teased me or was mean or even gave me cooties, like the other girls said boys do! Some said we were boyfriend and girlfriend, and this did not bother me as he was my best friend and always would be. How many could say that they had someone in their life that cared about them and wanted the best?
One day, we were walking home from school as we live on the same street. Nick was talking about our teacher and even mimicking her. He tried talking about some song he heard on the radio but stopped all of a sudden. He told me he noticed that I was always more and more quiet the closer I got to home. He was serious when he asked did I have problems at home? He boasted that his dad could help me. I smiled but did not say anything.
Nick looked very concerned, and he suddenly smiled and invited me to his house. He told me I would like his dad. He finished off by saying that it would be like a date. This made me laugh.
I left Nick and walked into my house. There is nothing much to say about my house. We had everything that a person needs. Everything was expensive and very modern. Nothing was out of place, except me. One would wonder how 9 year old lives at the house, as it seemed like a child could not live in such a fine house.
“Make sure you put your school bag in your bedroom!” My mother shouted
“I want you to do your homework now! It is important that you are not just pretty. You need to be smart!” Dad shouted
“Wash your hands before dinner!” Mom continued
This was the communication I had with my parents. They both had busy jobs and highly paid jobs. They even worked at home. I was a mistake in their lives. While I had the best clothes and toys, they preferred that I stayed in my bedroom and was as quiet as possible. If we had guests, I was to look sweet but not to say much. I will not say I was an unhappy child, but one dream I had was my parents would tuck me in bed and say they love me.
The day came when I was to visit Nick. When I knocked at his door, his dad answered. I know that Nick only lived with his Dad. He never did talk about his mother, so I don’t know where she is. His dad was tall and you could see that he visited the gym quite often. He must be able to lift the largest weights with all the muscles he had on. He had tennis shorts on and a polo shirt. He had a bulge in his shorts which looked huge, but I was polite, so I tried not to look. Some other girls were interested in boys, but not me! Still, he must have seen me looking as he asked was I Nick’s girlfriend? I must have blushed, but I tried to assure him and tell him that we were just good friends. His Dad actually looked disappointed.
Nick was in a great mood. He was wearing shorts and a tank top. They were both dressed as if there was a heatwave outside. I felt overdressed in my denim shirt and top. I suppose it didn’t matter as I was not at any fashion show.
There were a few things that I noticed. Nick and his dad were happy and they spoke with each other. It was like his dad actually liked him! Not only did they talk with each other, they joked and laughed. It was the opposite of my house, where I had to be invisible! It was hard for me to look at. I was so jealous and wanted to cry. But his Dad (whose name was Mr Darby) put his hand around my shoulder and told me to sit on the sofa. It was strange when he put his hand around my shoulder and when he came with the cokes and cake; he gave Nick and me a hug, telling us we were so pretty.
It was not often that I drank coke. Mom and Dad thought it was unhealthy. It tasted so good with ice cubes! Mr Darby told me not to call him sir. I was to call him Mr Darby. I could have stayed on that sofa for ages, although Nick did not say much. It was Mr Darby that did most of the talking. He was weird, but at the same time, I liked getting attention. He told me how pretty I was, and said that I had a great body. I could make so many men happy.
I was speaking with Nick and told him that his dad was cool. He tried asking about my parents, but I did not want to talk about them. I told him his dad was cool. This made Nick shrug his shoulder. At least his dad spoke with him. His dad came out with a fancy Camera and started taking pictures. I was not used to this so I blushed. Nick sighed and told me to ignore his dad, just be as normal as usual, as his dad takes thousands of pictures.
His dad took some pictures and then started laughing, saying he could see my panties. I don’t think I ever blushed so much. I told them that I had to go home as it was getting late. This made Nick sad. I couldn’t stop blushing and promised I would come back again.
As I stood in their driveway, I realized that I forgot my bag and went back to the door and was about to knock on it when I heard Nick and his dad speak on the other side.
“So you think she wants to be a star?”
“Out of all the girls at school,” Nick responded, “She was the one that was quiet, and was mysterious, besides she is hot! “
“Plus her body has not even started to develop, she will be very popular!”
I didn’t ring the door and walked home. I was confused. Who was going to be a star, and why did it matter if the girl was not developed, and who would like her? I had a bit of an anxiety attack when I considered that they were talking about me. I remembered when his dad said that my body would make men happy. I was as flat as could be. What would they even like?
When I came home, my parents did not even say hi. They got mad that I forgot my school bag and every time they talked to me, it was how I should be responsible for my things. I didn’t cry when they were mad at me. I just nodded my head and tell them it would not happen again. I tried to have a conversation but was told to use my iPod or see TV in my room.
I sat in my room with tears going down my eyes. I was so confused at why Nick had a dad that cared about him, and it seemed my parents thought I was in the way. Then I remembered Nick’s dad laughing at my panties and everything they said at the door. If they were talking about me, it was strange that they talked about me. I was not used to being noticed.
I decided I would try more and be the perfect daughter. I put on my PJs, which were hot pants and a belly top and walked out to my dad. I told him I was going to bed and tried to give him a hug. I could see him looking at my body and he looked very confused as I hugged him. Then he pushed me away and asked what got into me? I should not make a big deal of going to bed. I looked at mom and she was sighing so I walked to bed crying.
A few days I was back at Nick’s house. I was once again smiling. Nick was showing me a video recorder that they had. He said it could upload films on the computer. For a while, we were just doing foolish things as their dad came and pretended to be a Hollywood director. I was laughing and having a great time. It was during one of the sketches, that Nicks Dad told his son to give me a kiss, and he did… right on my lips. I just stood there like a statue, as I let his tongue go in my mouth and explore. It was so disgusting and yet it was like there were fireworks all around me. Then I realized this was on film and I went to the sofa and sat on it. I didn’t know if I wanted an apology or wanted to forget it.
Nick told me I was so cute when I blushed, and he said I was a good kisser. His dad gave me some orange soda and some tablet. Without even thinking I took the tablet and washed it down, hoping it was an anti-blushing tablet.
Dad was still behind the camera and told me he was sorry for laughing at my panties the last time. It was not because it was funny. He told me he loved my body and the panties looked so sexy. I wanted to tell him that I was a child and how could a child be sexy. I could not as I felt so hot and if I was on some pink cloud. It was like I didn’t care. I wanted Nick’s dad to like me. I wanted Nick to like me.
Mr Darby told us he knew a good movie to make. He said we should pretend that we were Adam and Eve. I smiled and said that I loved Bible stories. Then he told us to take off our clothes. My heart started beating fast as he said this. It was so wrong for an adult to even ask us to do this! I looked at Nick and he was taking off his clothes and telling me at the same time that I should do the same, as it was fun. I did not know what to say. I just stared at him naked. I never saw a boy naked before. I looked at his penis. It looked so strange, yet so interesting.
They were both telling me to get naked. I tried telling them that it was wrong and forbidden. Mr Darby smiled and said the human body was beautiful and was created by God himself, how could it be bad to show it. Nick was leaning over and trying to take off my top. I struggled a bit and I knew I was blushing. I was also still feeling strange and a bit high, so I didn’t struggle hard and let him take the top off. Both Nick and his dad were telling me how beautiful I was. I didn’t understand as I had no boobs, not even bumps… just nipples.
Mr Darby told me to take off my jeans. I looked at him and tried to protest. He asked me did I want to disappoint him? Of course, I did not. He was the only adult that ever gave me a bit of attention. I took them off and told them that I was keeping my panties on. I was so happy they were clean! Then Nick and I played with some cards, and after a while, I did not think about that I was just wearing panties. I think the pill was now working like it should because when Mr Darby said to take off my panties, I didn’t care and took them off. I even smiled when he told me he was very pleased.
Nick went out of the room and Mr Darby was now filming me as I sat on the sofa. He told me I could jump on it, which I done and was great fun. I could also crawl on it like a snake and then pose on my hands and knees like a dog, waving my bum as it was a tail.
I was lying on the sofa on my back where he sat next to me, filming me all the time. He told me he knew a few things about me that I did not even know. He said I had a very sexy body, and a girl with a body like mine was supposed to make men happy. He said I needed an owner, as I needed to be taken care of. He could see how confused I was and tried to explain that some girls had great bodies, and were supposed to please men as whores. They needed an owner to protect them and help them please men with sex. Once again, I was blushing as he said the word… he said sex. He continued saying he knew I was born to be a whore. I just needed an owner.
Mr Darby thought for a few minutes, and asked me could it be my Dad that owned me? I whimpered that he hardly knew I was alive. Mr Darby put one hand on my pussy while he filmed with the other. He asked me did my dad touch me there? My heart was beating hard as I knew he was molesting me, and I did not care. I just let him and said Dad never even hugged me. His fingers were exploring my pussy by feeling their lips, and then opening them and looking in. I could not stop but moaned a bit as I had to admit it felt good. I could hear that he was breathing hard as well. I was really getting in the mood when suddenly he said it was getting late.
I got dressed and went home.
We were eating a takeaway in the sitting room later when mom asked me why I was so quiet. This was strange as she always got mad if I talked. I told her I was thinking about Nick. This was true; I had lots of things to think about. Maybe I was meant to please men, and maybe I was meant to be a whore. I got naked and let a man fondle me, all while being filmed. Mom said I looked pale. I told her I was not sick. The truth was that I did not understand why I agreed to be naked and I liked when his dad molested me. The problem was I had no adult to protect me. Mr Darby said it was an owner, but I knew he meant a pimp.
I told them I was going to take a bath. My parents did not comment except telling me not to make a mess. I sat in the bathtub with the question circling in my head was if I was a whore or not. After the bath, I looked in the mirror. I had a little girl’s body, but I knew it made Nick and his dad happy and I knew it felt nice when I was touched. I needed to be sure so I walked out to my parents naked as the day I was born. Mom was asleep. This was good. I jumped on Dads lap and gave him a hug. For a minute he did not say anything, but I could hear him breathing the same as Mr Darby done and I could feel a lump poking up. I knew he was as hard as Nick was. Then he got mad and told me I should be ashamed of myself not wearing a night dress. He told me to go away and get to bed. He finished off by asking why I do not have enough respect for myself that I allowed myself to sit naked on his lap.
It was hard to sleep. OK, Dad was mad at me for being naked and thought it was shameful. I also knew his body liked it, as he was breathing strange and I could feel he was hard. The test confirmed that men deep down liked my body. Maybe I was a whore! Then I thought of the film and wondered what Mr, Darby would do with it. I had a bad dream, where we saw the film at school and it was even on TV. Mom and dad were very mad at me and sent me to a child’s home because I had no shame.
The next morning I came to breakfast where mom was on the telephone. After breakfast, she told me that Nicky wanted me to have a sleepover with her, so remember to pack my bag. I tried to say that Nicky was a boy and his name was Nick, but as soon as I opened my mouth, she told me to go on the sleepover, as I had few friends and it was so nice I was being invited.
After School, I was at Nick’s house. We had all weekend to be together. It was not as strange as the last time. I had sailors dress on and tights and they stayed on me! When we were eating, I asked why they filmed me the last time and did they delete it? Mr Darby smiled and said no. it was on his computer and he uploaded it to some sites and his friends looked it. I wanted to cry but he assured me that I was very popular and people loved my body. He didn’t tell me that it was being copied and shared and already a favourite for most paedophiles. I said in a low voice that he could have asked me permission, as it was my body. Mr Darby became a bit stern and said that he did talk about me being a whore and a slut, and I should be proud that I made so many men happy. He told me he was sure that they all jacked off when they saw me.
Later, we were watching TV and Nick said let’s get naked. This time I did not argue. I looked at the video standing on a tripod. Did the red light mean that it was recording? The film must have been boring as Nick started feeling me and we ended up kissing. His tongue was exploring my mouth and soon my tongue was exploring his mouth. I loved kissing and wondered did this mean that Nick was my boyfriend? He was feeling me all over my body and I was feeling him too. I could have kissed for hours, but my hand found his dick and I started teasing it was stiff. This made Nick get more serious, and he told me to put it in my mouth and give him a blowjob. I looked at him in the eyes wanting to protest, but he said it is what girls do. So within no time, I had his dick in my mouth and was sucking. He got mad when my teeth hurt him, but he was soon moaning and groaning calling me a slut.
I pulled my mouth out as quickly as I could when Mr Darby came in the room. I was trying to think of an excuse, but he said that Nick cannot cum yet… which confused me more… come where? Mr Darby took his dick out which was huge and very hard and standing up. He told me to suck a real man’s cock. I knelt before him and put the cock in my mouth and started sucking. It was a bit harder to do as I gagged when it hit my throat. He was calling me a cocksucker as I went back and forth on his cock. It didn’t taste of much, just a lot of skin and I could feel it was hard. My jaw was starting to hurt, but I could see that he was very happy with my work as he was moaning and groaning, were at the end, he squirted his cum into my mouth. It tasted vile and I spit it out. This made Mr Darby a bit upset and told me that I had to swallow it. It was part of being a whore.
That made me feel a bit bad, as I tried my best. I didn’t know he would squirt and when he did, I thought it was pee. I was silent as the three of us sat on the sofa, totally naked. Mr Darby gave me a hug and said I did a good job, and I just needed practice. He hugged me as we watched a movie. I was not paying attention. There was so much going through my head. I just sucked two cocks!
It was time for bed, and Nick and I shared his bed. He was spooning me, so I felt his dick in my bum cheeks. Once again, funny feelings were going through my head. It must have been the same for him as he told me to get on my back. I was tired, but I did what he said. I realised what he wanted to do. He wanted to stick his penis in my pussy. I wanted to beg him not to, but I also wanted to make him happy. It took him ages to get in my pussy. He aimed, but it either hit beside it or could hardly get it in because his dick was so small. I was in a way happy it did not go in but frustrated at the same time. When it did go in, it hurt a bit, yet in a nice way. Suddenly his dad stood there and said I should be easy to fuck, as he seen I have no hymen when he looked the other day. His dad helped him put his cock in me. Soon I was feeling good as it seemed to fit perfectly for me. Nick noticed this as he said I was moaning like a slut. Then he said he was feeling it… whatever that meant. It meant he collapsed on the bed and didn’t say a word, not even thank you.
His dad told us to get some rest, but half ways through the night I woke up and had half Mr Darby’s dick in my mouth. I was tired and confused, but he explained that he thought he could use my mouth before he went to sleep, but it was much better now that I was awake. So I sucked his cock and tried not to sleep. His cock went in and out and I just let it, while I was using my tongue to lick the sides and sometimes top. I wanted to smile when he said I was a good cocksucker, but it was hard with his dick in my mouth. When he squirted cum again, I knew what it was and did my best to swallow it. He left and I went back to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up and Mr Darby was standing there with a huge erect cock again. Without being asked, I sat on the side of the bed and started jerking his cock with my hands. He was busy holding his video recorder and I licked the sides of his cock and then the top of it, feeling his balls as I slowly put it in my mouth. I started moving back and forth, and then sped more and more up; until I could hear that it was making him feel very good. He called me a whore and a slut, as well as cocksucker as he came in my mouth again.
I was not done. Nick stood there and said it was his turn.
We got dressed, which was strange after being naked for such long time. We were eating breakfast, in which Mr Darby was still taking a video. He was still a bit pervy as he asked me to lift my sailor dress and lower my panties to show my pussy. I did it. He said he liked I was very submissive… which I did not understand either. I was speaking to Nick and telling him he was lucky to have a Dad that loved him. Nick said Mr Darby was not his real dad, in which Mr Darby explained that we will talk about it another time.
The doorbell rang, and mom was there to pick me up. She was busy and told me to rush and get my things. Then she saw Nick and could see that Nick was not a girl, but a boy. All the way home in the car, she was accusing me of deceiving her that Nick was a girl. I tried to respond, but it was a waste of time. She told me she would never let me sleep over with a boy and reminded me that I was only 9 years old. Even when we came home, she told my Dad that I slept at a boy’s house. Dad was irritated and asked was I not raised better? He asked did Nick try and do anything sexual with me, and then changed his mind, saying he did not want to know.
I was in my room crying. OK, I did suck dicks several times and even let Nick fuck me. I knew that all this was recorded and thousands of men were now seeing me do these things. This was one thing, but why did my parents not trust me. Did they just assume I was a slut? Maybe they knew I was a whore!
Mom came in with dinner and I tried asking her if she was still mad. She said she did not want to talk with me. I sat and thought when did she ever want to talk with me? I got mad and shouted that I did not try and deceive her. I talked about Nick a thousand times and they knew he was my best friend. I told her it’s not my problem she never listened to me. Mom slapped my face and told me to shut up.
I didn’t come out of my bedroom. I was sad. I was mad. I had some hope when Dad came in and told me that he spoke with mom, and they decided they did not want Nick to be my friend. I was not allowed to speak, play or visit his house. I thought he came in to give me a hug, but all he said was that I brought shame to him and my mother… he was never as ashamed of me as he was now!
They did not want me to visit Nick again. I visited him a few days after.
The routine was not like other times. I started to strip and Mr Darby said there was no need. He knew I didn’t mind men seeing me naked and besides I was already sexy with clothes on. At times he spoke to me like I was a porn star. I suppose with the videos that he uploaded, that I was.
We did not do any sex things at the start. Nick was actually helping his dad bake a cake, in which I helped. It was great fun and afterwards, we sat down and ate the cake. I noticed again that Nick and his dad spoke with each other and smiled and laughed. They were interested in each other. It wasn’t like my parents that thought I was in the way.
Nicks dad could see that I was quiet and asked what the problem was. I told him about my parents and what it was like when I was home. I said I wished he was my dad. This made me feel a stupid, but Mr Darby did not laugh at me. He took a dog collar out of his pocket and put it on the table, and said it was the time we had a talk.
“Nick should we wearing a collar,” he started, “You see Nick is not my son as I told you. I bought him. Nick visited someone and soon found out he was born to be a whore and needed an owner. So he was trained and then I bought him. Nick is like a son to me. He satisfies me sexually and he earns money for me by having sex with other men. Nick is doing what he was born to.”
I was in shock!
“I cannot adopt you, as much as I want to,” He continued, “But I do think you are the same as Nick. I think you were born to be a whore. You need to please men and make some owner some money. You are very submissive and you want to please and you want to be loved. Do not worry, I will not kidnap you. You have to decide your destiny. If you want me to train you and find an owner, I will. If you want to stay with your parents and be a normal girl, you can and you can visit here as often as you want. If I ever see you put this collar on, I know you want to be trained and sent somewhere else.”
Nick started teasing his dad… his owner… I will just call him his dad. He said that Mr Darby had a boner. Mr Darby asked me did I want to take care of it, or should Nick take care of me. I told him I would.
Mr Darby carried me into his room and put me on his bed. He started kissing me and taking off my clothes. He was kissing me and praising my body, and then he started kissing my nipples and then belly button. He then spread my legs and confused me when he lowered his head to my pussy. Then it was like lightning hit me as he started licking my pussy, it is hard to explain how it felt. The only word to describe it was intense. It was nice feelings that spread all over my body. I was moaning and squirming. He had no mercy on me and continued licking until my body became stiff and I started shaking all over. I couldn’t control anything. He looked down at me explaining it was an orgasm. I could not even speak. My legs spread and he said that he wanted to fuck some preteen pussy. He explained my hymen was gone, most likely because gymnastics or something, but it would still hurt until my body got used to it. He was right when his cock went in, it hurt so much, that I thought I would die. He told me I was very brave and it would be getting better. It took some time and a lot of tears, but it started to give me nice feelings as he was ploughing in and out of me. As he was fucking me, I wondered how many of the girls in my class were being fucked. We never spoke about it. He was once again calling me names, but he said only a bit of his cock was in me as my pussy had to be trained. How could he speak when we were having sex? I had so many good feelings and pain going through me, my body was going crazy. He ended up by moaning and I could feel him squirt his baby juice in me.
I collapsed on the bed, no longer a virgin.
Nick came in, and we all just cuddled on the bed. I talked about how my parents were and they did not want me to see Nick. This made Nick and his dad shocked and feel sorry for me. Mr Darby suddenly joked, saying they were afraid I would be naked here and even molested! I laughed and then thought it showed that my parents cared. Was I too young for all this sex stuff?
When it was time to go home, I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay and live here. I wanted to scream and cry. Mr Darby said that I had to go home, but I also had to decide if I wanted to stay home or not. I held the collar in my pocket as I went home.
Over the next few weeks, I visited Nick as often as I could. We always had sex and were nearly always naked. I was shown the pictures of me that were flowing around the internet. I was slowly accepting I was a child porn star and a slut and a whore. I did not care that people could see me naked and even have sex. I wanted to bring a smile on men’s face. I wanted them to be happy.
Nothing changed at home. I was talked to when I was in the way and we never had any conversations. I was asked again and again about Nick and other boys. They obviously could see I changed, and they asked me about boys and even drugs. When I look back at it, I never smiled at home. I still had the collar, but I hid it. The thought of being sold was too weird, even if it was to someone like Mr Darby.
One day, on a Saturday afternoon, 3 weeks after I lost my virginity, Mr Darby sent me a message. He had something special he wanted me to do. He wanted to pick me up outside the Church, which was close to me. I quickly put some shorts on and a belly top, tights and sandals and went to the Church. I sat in the car and we drove off. No-one told me what we were doing. I soon found out, as we stopped outside a house, where Nick went into. I was told Nick was going in to make a man happy. I knew by now that this meant Nick was going to be a whore for some man. It wasn't loving, just sex for money!
Then we drove on and stopped outside another home. Mr Darby put his hand on my thighs and told me to go in that house. A man saw pictures of me and wants to play with me. I whispered and asked did the strange man want sex? He smiled and nodded and said the time has come.
I walked up to the door and a man took my hand and hurried me inside. He looked down at me and asked me how old I was. I told him I was 9 and he said I was the youngest whore he ever has seen! He told me to follow him. I looked at him from behind and could see that he was bald and very fat. He also looked like a bear, with so much hair. He put me in bed and took all my clothes off. He was breathing hard. He gave me one order after another order, like to let him kiss me and to suck him and so forth. I was laying down when I knew he would fuck me. I didn’t expect that he would put his cock in my bum. He asked did the whore want him to fuck me? I nodded my head. I wanted to ask him to use my pussy and not my ass, but he interrupted and told me to beg him. After I begged him he put his cock in me. I was crying because of the pain and the fact he wanted my body and not me. I was just a whore for him. There was no love! When he finished fucking me, he kicked me out of the house.
Nick was now in the car. We started driving home. I could see a tear in Nick’s eyes. He probably was fucked as well. Why would a man fuck a boy? When we came to the church, Mr Darby told me that I would get used to it
The next three weeks, I didn’t have much time with Nick and his dad. I was too busy being a whore. I found out some men were different. Some were nice and some were not. Some liked me and some just liked my body. Some were gentle and some were not. They all seemed lonely and they all wanted sex. I made them all happy and after a few times, I knew I was now a whore and my purpose in life was to make men happy.
Things were the same at home. In fact, they really never questioned when I suddenly left. My parents never asked where I was going. They never questioned when I came home looking like a rag doll. They didn’t really notice me. Nothing was new.
One night, I went out to the sitting room. I was already in my PJs, which were hot shorts and a top. Mom was staring at her laptop while dad was reading a newspaper. I went up to mom and asked her did she love me? My wish was that she would say of course and give me a huge hug. She told me that I was not to visit any friends on Friday in 3 weeks time, and I was to behave and not demand too much attention. I went over to Dad and asked him did he love me? He sounded annoyed when he said he fed me and gave me everything I wanted, didn’t he? Then he asked mom if she saw how some stocks have gone up.
I went to my room, and found the collar and held it as I cried on my bed.
The next day I went to Nick’s house. They were surprised at seeing me as nothing was planned that day. I sat on the couch and we spoke. Once again I could see Nick and his dad… or owner speaks about small things. They really loved and cared about each other. While they were speaking, I took the collar out of my pocket and put it on around my neck. They both went silent as I done this. After some silence, Mr Darby said it was decided and he had a lot of work to do.
I was well aware that the collar meant I was now sold and would be trafficked to someplace I did not know… to the highest bidder.
The first week after I done this, I figured I would be sold every day. It did not happen. This made me think that no one wanted to buy me. I was still a whore and met men 5 times in the two weeks after. I was a bit disappointed that I was not sold. Was I not good enough?
The party my mother warned about finally came. I was dressed in a white petticoat dress with a red ribbon around it. I was the only child there. The adults just spoke and drank and some even smoked. At first, I tried to socialise but I did not understand a word they were saying. It was all about business. At the end, I just sat in a corner. It was so boring.
My heart started beating fast and I felt some anxiety when a man stood beside me. I recognised him as the big fat ape that I had sex with the first time. He looked at me and asked was this what I looked like with clothes on? I didn’t answer and looked around to see if anyone heard him. No one was looking at me as if I was a prostitute. Things went bad to worse when Dad stood there. The fat man asked Dad how much it would cost to take me to a bedroom. Dad got upset and told the man I was not a prostitute, I was only 9 years old. The man left calling us hypocrites. Daddy tried to calm everything down by telling his guests that the man had too much to drink.
Later, when I was in bed, Dad peeked in and told me he was sorry about the man. I didn’t respond.
Next day:
Mom called me, but I was not in my bed. When she came to wake me up while complaining about how she did not have time, she found a note. It was a note from me that I was running away, and I never wanted to come home or even see my parents again.
7 months later:
I was smiling as I was about to go home to my new Daddy at another part of the country, which was close to the beach. He was a kind man that loved me and just not my body. He did not want to pimp me out, as he wanted me for himself. We had sex several times a week. I had no contact with Mr Darby or Nick, but Dad told me they moved to another town.
I was waiting for Olivia, a very quiet girl that had no friends. She was shocked when I invited her home. As I was waiting, I saw an old newspaper on the ground. It had a picture of me when I was 4 years old. I sighed thinking my parents had no recent pictures of me. The headline was that the search for me was cold. The police were giving up.
Olivia found me. I smiled and said, “Let’s go home. My daddy really wants to meet you!”
2017. Alexander Angel