The Choice

Chapter one

Felicité's P.O.V

Never in my so called shitty life, had I ever imagined things would turn out the way they are now. From being 'the biggest loser', to being able to go to a party with Alan Reed: the most popular jock in school. The worthless nerdy girl with honours and every university wanting me to attend their school, to being compared to the Rye-dale high quarter back of the football team. The boy the girls fall all over, the man every girl dreams of being with. Nobody seemed to notice me until that crisp, cool day in October when I caught him staring at me, that was the day my whole life changed.

I had a hard life. Most people don't believe me but I wouldn't lie about what happened to me since I was four years old. I'm eighteen now and the flashbacks and horrific images still haunt me. After 18 years of being married, my parents finally filed for divorce. It occurred suddenly for my mother, but for me, the sixteen years of my hell filled life, the moments I can remember, dragged on. When my mother discovered I had been raped by my father, all hell broke loose. I didn't want to talk to my mother about what happened, but I knew it was the right thing to do. Yes I broke down and balled my eyes out and the flashbacks occurred more than they ever have before. My father sitting in my room on my bed waiting for me to get out of the shower. As I would enter, I could see his smile light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July, or a kid in the candy store. "Felicité" he would say putting his finger out making me come closer. His finger that was curling towards himself, made my stupid ten year old instincts to lead closer and closer to him. He wouldn't pounce until he could see I was 'ready'. I was his prey and he was my predator. He would rub my back slowly and whisper "mmm you're daddy's little baby and I want you to always remember that" then slowly take the towel off my body. And then he would pounce; Violently pushing me down on my bed getting on top of me unbuttoning his pants and taking the remaining articles of his clothing off as I cried, kicked and screamed for him to stop but he wouldn't budge he would just thrust his big hard cock into me harder and faster until he reached his climax; exploding his hot thick cum inside of me. I would scream and cry in pain once he was finished but he didn't care, he just got up and left leaving me all alone in my room to clean up the mess that was made. Those flashbacks made me sick to my stomach and made me think of how for years this disturbing shit continued without no one knowing except me, and the sick twisted prick.

Within that year alone, I had gotten pregnant 6 of the 16 times I was. Each time I had been it was always because of the same man, my father. Of the 16 times, I had thirteen abortions, two miscarriages, and I had given birth to one of my children at the age of 15, my first born son, died in infancy. He was only two days old when he passed, he had been a premature baby with severe Down syndrome and I had a feeling he wouldn't make it long. After everything I had been through, I decided that I would try to look for a sweet girl to love and call mine because at that point I thought that all men were sick bastards, like my father, and I didn't want to be used for sex anymore.

I kept to myself that year at school. I sat alone and focused my time on my school work. I remember the day Kauri McGuire, the president of the student council confronted me and had given me a piece of paper explaining the spring dance. I couldn't stop staring at her. She was so beautiful. Her long, red, curly hair was sadly covering her large perky tits, and her thin perfect body went magnificently well with her huge curves. Just looking at her made me turned on to the point I wanted to take her into the bathroom with me and finger her fast having her moisture lubricate my finger. I wanted her so bad. When I had heard that Kauri was bisexual I thought my life had been finally turning around. When I decided to confront her, my hopes and dreams had sunk like the Titanic in 1912: She was straight. I was heartbroken and humiliated. The whole school now knew I was a 'lesbian'. Nothing was going my way and I never thought it would. I believed suicide was the only way out.

The suicidal thoughts had gotten worse, and my mother had walked in on me as I was trying to mix aspirin with whiskey, hoping that would finally end my treacherous life. Although my life just got worse and worse. I had been forced to go see a psychiatrist about my problems, and had to tell Dr Vogel about how my father raped me. When Dr Vogel told my mother, she was outraged.

In the courtroom, I was questioned about everything. When my father was convicted of sexual assault it made me so happy. The sick twisted asshole was finally gone. He was sentenced to life in prison and I hope he rots in there and goes to hell right after. It's where he belongs. My mother got full custody of me obviously and I had to attend counselling for a year and a half to get better. But at that point I didn't care, my life was beginning to get a little bit better. Although when I arrived back at school for the first time after the court hearing, things were the exact same as they had been before. I was continuously judged and called names everyday, constantly.

I kept to myself for almost the whole year. Not only because I wanted to be alone, because no one wanted to be around me. I wasn't offended in anyway because I didn't have any friends anyways. To everyone in this school, I'm just the nerdy girl who had gotten pregnant 16 times and lost her virginity at the age of ten because I was a 'little whore'. I was a nobody to everybody, but I didn't care. For months after everything had occurred, I was asked everyday when I got home how my day had been by my loving mother. A few times early on, I had told her everything that happened like how I was shoved against lockers and called names. I stopped doing this when my mother had called the school board and complained to the point my school staff had a meeting about what was happening to me. After all the trips I have made to the principals office and facing all the worthless cunts who I guess you could say bullied me, I began lying or making shit up that was more positive to make my mother happy but gradually things were just getting worse and worse each day. Thankfully, she never caught on.

Luckily for me, people eventually started to slowly forget about everything and for once my life seemed normal. I was on the math team, working in the English department writing and analyzing university students works and even taking some university courses now so I wouldn't have to do it once I got to that stage in life next year. Life was somewhat getting better for me now, and little did I know that my lucky streak would continue.