Taylor and her father drove home from the airport. Taylor's heart raced everytime she came with in 5 feet of her father... from fear. She was terrified of him. Usually too terrified to speak, and when she could manage to make a sound her voice would crack and it would be barley louder than a whisper.
The whole drive home Taylor's father would run his hand along her inner thigh. She hated it, but she knew better than to say anything. That eventually led to his hand in her pants. She tried not to squirm. She knew that it would just make it worse. She couldn't help it. She cried as he rubbed every lower part of her body. She cried silently.
When they got home taylor ran straight inside to her mother who was crying on the couch.
She jumped into her mother's arms, her mother's tears immediately turned into tears of joy. She thought that her husband had ran away with her daughter, planning to never return. She hugged taylor for a very long time.
"What happened?" She asked concerned.
Taylor told her what happened, her voice quivering.
After that her mother just held her tightly for a long long time.
"I love you so much taylor. So much"
"I love you too mommy" she said, hugging back.
They watched movies and played with barbies for a while, Taylor's mother providing her with endless amounts of fruit snacks.
"Taylor?" Her mother said, pausing the tv.
"Yeah?" She looked at her mother.
"You're going to be a bid sister soon"
"REALLY?!" She asked jumping up and down
"Really." Her mom reassured
Taylor was so excited she felt like she was going to burst. Taylor fell asleep with the comforting thought that she would soon have a little sister to play with.
