Take Me Away

My 'Father'

Where am I? At school? In the infirmary? I get up to look around.

Oh, I'm here. I'd rather be in Hell already. 'That Man's' house. I walk yo close the door which separates me from 'That Man'.

After mom left he distanced himself from me for a while, I'd wake up in the morning and he'd already have gone to work leaving money on the table for lunch and dinner. Since he normally wouldn't be home until after I've already gone to sleep I never really got the chance to see or talk to him. Not that our relationship was ever that good to begin with, even when mom was still around he never acted like a father.

Not once in my entire childhood did I ever call him 'Daddy', and I'm glad for it he doesn't deserve to be called a father, he was never a father to me.

Our only 'bonding' happened when I started to play my little 'game' and he started taking me to the hospital all of the time. He never even once asked me why I was doing what I was doing. He simply dragged my unconscious body to the hospital and left me to the doctors. He was never there when I woke up. After a while he stopped taking me all together, he would call Daiki over to do the deed or just drop me off at his place next door. I really can't blame him for doing so, even I would get tired of me.

At the time I'd hoped that one day he would actually ask me about the situation but he never did. After a few years I stopped wishing for that. But this isn't even why I came to hate him.

I was nine years old then, when I still thought of him as someone that I should at the very respect, but that was before I learned what type of man he really is.

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My 'father' Yukimura Renji, 34 years old. He was only 16 when he got my mother pregnant, they should have had an abortion. I'm sure they would have if the knew how much of twisted person their daughter would've become.

Mom said that she met 'That Man' when she visited Tokyo on a business trip with her father. My father was the son of the guy that my mother's father was doing business with.

After they hooked up it wasn't until after my mother got back to her home town that she realized that she was pregnant, she didn't want her parents to find out so she ran away to Tokyo to find my father.

They never officially married but they were young and in love and decided to have me. The only person my mom told about the pregnancy was my grandmother, eventually. But I don't like thinking about Mother.

At 9 years old I began to develop a more 'woman-like' body. Apparently it was because if my American blood. Either way I was more developed then most girls my age. My chest had slight busts and my body had curves in all the right places a 9 year old shouldn't haves, my derrière was plump. I often attracted attention from older males. This adding on to my many other irregularities.

Around this time my father started sitting with me at the breakfast table and personally handed me money for my meals, telling me he would be home late - as if I was expecting him any earlier anyway. I didn't understand the sudden change but it was different and I didn't know how to react to it, so I didn't.

After about two months of this he began touching me more. When I would head off to school he was say to 'kiss papa goodbye', such an innocent statement that had so much hidden intent. Sometimes when he came home from work at night he would come into my room and feel me up when he thought that I was sleeping.

By the time I was 9 1/2 he began growing more bold though, taking advantage of me. His "Daughter". This might be around the time I became even more twisted inside. He's the reason my mentality began to shatter completely. I'm sure no child barely ten years old would be able to withstand the molestation and sodomy inflicted onto you by your very own 'father'.