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josh came home the next day: he was okay.







he was okay.







he was okay.








i felt guilty for letting it get like this, for daddy hurting josh.








it's all my fault.









why couldn't i just listen to daddy?












it's better if we listen!









why did i have to be attracted to josh?









josh just came into the picture with his stupidly cute dyed hair, semi-muscly arms, and perfect eyes, and stupid hot body.









i wish daddy never brought joshua home.









this would've never happened.










josh wouldn't be hurt.











and i wouldn't be in trouble.










i tried to ignore josh but, when i was heading to the bathroom at bedtime, he pulled me aside.










"why are you avoiding me?"












"i don't want you and me to get in trouble again for talking to each other."












"you can't just let him control you like that. you're legally an adult and allowed to talk to me if you want."










"listen, josh, i'm sorry. i didn't mean for you to get hurt. just-just leave me alone."








i began to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.










"so you're just going to what? forget about me?"










"i– josh, i can't just forget about you!" i whisper yelled. "let go. m-my arm hurts."












he quickly let go.










i continued. "you could still escape without me. i'll help you, but i can't be with you."









"so you're choosing him," josh said, clenching his jaw.









i sadly nodded and walked away.

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