Forbidden

Prologue

So here I go and decide to write a PG-13 book for once.  Hope you all like...  And please, don't forget to fan, comment, VOTE!!!

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Devon dreamed of a simpler time.  A time where life was much easier to deal with.  She couldn't wait to free herself from this hell-hole she currently was calling home.  There was a time where her house was filled with laughter, hope, and mostly, love.  Thank God there's only another couple of weeks before I'm out of here.  She thought.

 With no warning signs and without a word, one day, her mother had left her and her father when she was ten years old.  Her father took over the parenting and she loved him for his efforts, not to mention, she became happy again.  Things were great, that is, up until one night last month, afterDevon's eighteenth birthday, everything went completely and utterly wrong.

She remembered it feeling like it was a dream, no...  nightmare.  She woke up to a callused hand roughly rubbing up the inside of her thigh.  She felt the warm breath on her neck, filled with the stench of whiskey and a pungent smell of body odour along with an unbearable weight on her chest.  As her arms began flailing about, trying to push this person off of her, defending herself, she felt a hand cover her mouth and a pair of lips come to a stop by her ear.

“Shhh...  I'll take my hand off but if you scream, you'll only be punished severely.”  She heard her father tell her.  She whimpered in fright and at that moment, she wished she'd never been born.  He had proceeded with unleashing himself out of his pants and forced his snake inside of her.  Devon cried silently the entire time as he praised her for being a 'good girl', for being better than her mother, sweeter, more innocent.  He had whispered that he loved her as he got off of her and left her bedroom as if nothing ever happened.  She knew that life wasn't going to be the same from there on out.  He robbed her of her adolescence, of her innocence, most importantly, her virginity.

 

The following morning, she had rushed her way to the kitchen to grab her breakfast and planned on sneaking out of the house for school before her father woke up.  As she picked up her book bag, she felt those once loving hands surround her hips, come around her abdomen and his filthy mouth up against her neck on the soft spot below her ear.  She tensed up and began to shake.

“Thanks for last night sweetheart.  Daddy really needed that.”  He told her.  “I wanted to remind you that punishment will be most severe if you open your mouth about our new arrangement.  Remember, no one likes a slut, Devon.”  Devon whimpered with tears in her eyes as he finally released her from his snake-like grip and she ran out the front door.