The Preacher's Daughter

Not So Little Anymore.

"You alright?" He kissed my nose, as he circled his arms around my waist. I nodded softly, while drawing shapes on his bare chest. We fell asleep not soon after.

The next morning, I woke up sore and alone. The house was awfully quiet. I threw on my clothes and walked around the house.

"Joe? Nick? Anyone?" the house looked deserted. Did they leave me because Joe told them I wasn't good in bed?

~~ this part might be a little disturbing to viewers. I apologize but it does happen around the world and I don't agree with this behavior but it is what it is.~~

Demi

I stayed at the empty house for a few days, waiting. I was waiting for them to come back. Why did they leave me here? Alone. I was only an 17 year old girl. Did Joe use me the other night? I gave my virginity to him. The more I thought of him, the more I got pissed.

I figured that I could stay in this house for as much as I can. It had all I need. I could become adult.

The staying at the house idea didn't seem to last long as I guess the owner came home and found me there— alone. I explained it to her and she just told me to get out or she would call  the cops.

I was walking the streets of where ever I was in Texas. In the clothes I wore when that lady kicked me out— she didn't even let me get my clothes for her place.

I kept reminding myself that maybe I can catch a ride to Dallas Texas then I could stay with my brother. 

I know he's going to be busy with the baby  but I don't have another option.  I have no way back to Connecticut—nor would I want to. 

I stood on the sides of the street,hoping someone would stop and agree to give me a ride; even halfway would work.

I stayed on the side of the streets,waiting for someone to pull over. Finally some guy in a Volvo pulled over. He rolled down the window. He look about late 30s. 

"Where do you need to go?" he looked up at me. I took a deep breath. I was happy that he was willing to give me a ride, but I was also scared. "Dallas Texas.."

He sighed, "I can only take you halfway." He leaned over and opened the door for me. I got in.

"Halfway works. Thank you, I don't have money to pay you for this.." I looked out the window. I looked over at him and noticed her pulled down his pants, giving me a view of his penis. 

"No..no.." I was shocked.

"It's just a dick,baby. This is how you can pay me." he winked at me. I felt disgusted with myself and him. I felt sick. "No."

He groaned at me, "Then get out. Find someone else." he unlocked his car. I got out of his car. He started up his car. I threw my head back.

"Wait!"  I got back in his car, "I'll do it.." I took a deep sigh. He smirked at me as I leaned over to his dick and started giving him head. I tried so hard not to cry.

We were now both sweating all over each other, "Can you please take me halfway,please?" I tried to catch my breath.  He kept thrusting his hips in me, I bit my lip. 

"We ain't leaving until you give me what I want." he groaned,kept bucking at me.

I finally gave him the orgasm he wanted, so he started driving to Dallas Texas. I sat in the passenger seat,nothing say anything, so ashamed of myself. I felt disgusting. His phone rang and I couldn't help but to eavesdrop. He told me not to say anything.

"Hey honey...I'm going to be home a little late. Getting caught up in the office. Tell the kids I love them." he was married and had kids? He's so sick.

The guy dropped me off  Fairfield. I was now,walking the streets, again.  

Another guy, picked me up and only road my halfway, but  he also wanted to get paid by sex so I gave him some too. I'm feeling like a slut, I guess. I just want to be with my brother. 

He dropped me off in Ennis.  I was left walking again. I was starving and I smelt like sweat. My hair was a mess and I was also tired. I found a bridge I could stay over for tonight. I laid on the cold concrete. I stared at the bright stars.

"My love's like a star, yeah. You can't always see me, but you know that I'm always there.." I sang quietly. 

The next day, I continued my journey. Another guy picked me up. He made me have sex with him, he even bought me some food— I had to fuck him again because of that. He took me all the way to Dallas, then he dropped me off. 

The last guy that picked me up was probably the worse. He was fucking me in the back of the van as his friends recording us. I wanted him to quit, but he wouldn't. He hurt and it made me feel worse.  

His friend drove me to Matt's neighborhood and dropped me off at his house. He shoved me out of the van, "Goodbye whore!" they drove off. I ended up throwing up on the road once they left. I wiped my mouth with my arm. I headed to the door— now feeling nervous.

I knocked on the door and then I got more nervous. I couldn't do this. I headed out. "Demi?" I heard Matt's voice. I stopped and turned around. There he was, in a white tank top, looking at me,concerned.

I started crying. I fell on my knees crying. He ran over to me, "Demi..." he pulled me into a hug, but I pulled away. "I'm s-s-sorry.."

He helped me up and took me inside, he let me take a shower and gave me clean clothes, before I explained everything to him.  I felt a bit better, but I was still disgusted with myself.

"I wasn't kidnapped..." I curled into a ball on his couch, Nicole was out shopping,so it was only him and me, "I ran away by choice...I heard dad tell Jen how I am a disappointment to him..He took my phone because he found weed in my room and other crap, but it wasn't my weed. He didn't believe me..so I ran away with Joe Jonas and his gang.."

"That dickhead?!? Demi!" he crossed his arms, I nodded my head.

"Everything was great, they treated me great— they treated me like them... Joe and I got close through out the months...so we decided to be together...just a few days ago...I woke up in the morning.." I couldn't tell Matt that I slept with Joe— and the other guys, "everyone was gone. The house was empty. I thought maybe they went out for beers or whatever... I waited for a few days...nothing."

Matt sighed.

"I decided to stay at the house,anyways.  The owner came home and kicked me out. I walked on the streets and people gave me rides to come over here.."

"Demi, we need to call dad, he needs to know that you're here and saf—" I stood up before he dialled.

"Don't call him,please! He doesn't care! I called him during Thanksgiving, and he didn't worry about me! Please!! Call him and I'm leaving." I wiped my eyes.

He looked down at his phone, and sighed, "Fine.. you're welcome to stay here for a few weeks..." 

I went up and hugged him. 

Nicole came back home just in time for Dinner. Matt made burgers and fries, it was delicious, definitely since I was starving. Nicole made me feel welcomed. She was almost due so I hope that I was here to see my nephew.

They showed me the extra bedroom they had in their shed, since their house only had two bedrooms and one is already made into a nursery. I said it was okay, so I'm staying in their shed.

I couldn't sleep that night. My mind was spinning and I was thinking about Joe. What was he doing? Then the dark thoughts came over and I had depressive thoughts. I hated myself.  I wanted myself dead. I got up from the bed and looked for something sharp. I found a piece of a razor that look like it broke.  I smirked at myself.

I slid the razor against my wrists and watched as my skin dripped red. It hurt at first, but the more I cut my wrists, it felt amazing.