Hey, last time you learned how all the monsters stared coming out of the wood work to show all their ugly faces to such innocence. Today I will continue to amaze, awe and upset the very fabric of your mind with the demons that have plagued my life for so long. Welcome to my HELL.
Back To Basic
After Joy packed up and left it was back to basic for daddy and me. It was just the way it was before when I had my daddy all to myself. The month of August was coming to its end and my sixth year was just about to begin. Once again we had the same routine but this time the sitter was always home with me when daddy was at work.
My sitter and I had loads of fun together, until there were times that I wished she could be my mother. She took such good care if me, she kept me happy and was always sure to make me feel comfortable. Anything I wanted to eat I would get without a fuss and she was a much better cook than Joy. The sitter sat with me while I watched me cartoons or Sesame Street, she combed my hair in beautiful cornrows and gave me lots of hugs and kisses.
My every need was met by the sitter or by my daddy. Daddy and I did everything together when he was home from work. We ate together, we held each other as we slept and we even bathed together. I assumed, seeing as I was so young and still innocent daddy didn’t see the harm in us bathing together in the nude.
It’s A Monster
There was also this one time that daddy was brushing his teeth and as always I stood and watched his every move. Now before this moment I always knew and saw my daddy as perfection, but then he slightly turned his head away from my gaze and then suddenly turned back in my direction with about three of his front teeth missing.
Upon seeing this I screamed like a banchey and ran away from the monster I was faced with and made a bee line straight for the bedroom to hide myself under the covers. I guess he thought this to be hilarious as he laughed all the way to the bedroom in search of me while I just cried my eyes out.
Trying to remove the covers from over my trembling body he laughed even more, seeing as I scrambled to keep myself covered. Finally, he gets the sheet from around me I shot my eyelids so tight that my eyeballs ached. Daddy had to reassure my that it was okay for me to look now a few times well before I reopened my eyes to see him still smiling with much amusement.
He held me so tightly and all the while laughing as he apologized for scaring me through my uncontrollable sobs. Then he, gave me a heads up that he was going to remove it again so that I could see that he was still my daddy as he placed the false teeth in my hand and again smiled.
Then he, explained that way before I was born and even before he met my mother, that his front teeth were brittle and rotten. KFC had just been introduced to our country and he was going to experience the Kernnel’s fried chicken for the very first time. He said it looked so good that he didn’t even have time with the french fries that he just dug right into the chicken.
With that first bite he just knew that something was terribly wrong. Firstly he tasted blood, so he automatically thought it to be chicken being still raw. Unfortunately it was, but worst of all when he looked the meat over he noticed something strange that wasn’t there before and that shouldn’t have been there.
Peering at the little black dots in the meat he realized that he still tasted blood and he slipped fore finger into his mouth it then dawned on him that those black dots were in fact his front teeth. Now I was laughing hysterically for I’ve always been visual. He proceeded to tell that it was after eleven or twelve at night so to get a dentist was going to be tedious, but as luck has it he got one and fixed his mouth that very night.
The affection between daddy and I was always ever present that I don’t think anyone saw anything wrong with any of what was seen or expressed. Little did any of us know or could ever comprehend that my ever so loving daddy was just, as they say “fattening the calf for the slaughter”.
That Unforgetable Night
It was quite late, seeing as I watched cartoons on cartoon network, seeing as I was allowed see there were to be no school the following day. On most occasions’ daddy would be asleep, but this night was different as daddy just lay there not saying a word or even watching the television. He just laid in the same position for hours staring up at the sealing.
I was never the prying type even though I did tend to ask a lot of questions most times. Periodically I looked over at daddy in the dark and as much, seeing as I saw that something was troubling my daddy dearest I still never brought my self to ask what was the matter. I automatically concluded that daddy must have been missing his wife and my baby brother.
For the life of me I can’t remember what I was viewing but as soon as it was finished I turned off the television and leaned over to bid daddy a good night with a kiss to the lips, seeing as I always did, but what happened next will not only shock you it will also disgust you.
The kiss was not the normal peck on the lips it had now become a long process of his tongue in my mouth as he passed his hands along the side of my tiny shapeless body. Now that this began my eyes opened wide at the same sensation I had experienced before with Voune during my very first kiss.
Daddy then proceeded to remove my panties and night gown. Unknowing how wrong this act was, I allowed it because my daddy would always undress and redress me without anything bad happening. Then he, took his clothes off as well. Immediately after removing all our clothing he was atop me. He closed both my legs and placed his penis between them.
His motion on top of my were the same as that which I saw when he moved atop his wife Joy. Constantly asking me things like, ” is it in the whole? ” or ” does it feel good? ” Now realistically, I’m just a toddler what the hell could have known about ‘the whole’? But it did in fact feel really good, because as he moved up and down atop me his penis rubbed on my clitoris.
Even as he realized that my body wasn’t reacting, as in my virgina wasn’t being lubricated he’d use his spit, spitting into hand then rubbing it between my legs or on his penis then gently placing his erected man hood in the midst of my two match sticks for legs.
I’m unaware as to the duration of time he held his self over me as not to crush me under his massiveness, while he gyrated and sweat profusely. I felt like he loved me even more than he loved Joy, because now that she was gone I was his and he was mine and the same way he showed her and all the other women his love, he was showing it to me now.
This went on for what felt like the entire night. The bed around my body was soaked as he dipped all over me as he told me to touch him. Everything and everywhere was so wet that my little virgina spasmed with ecstasy that I groaned and followed his hissing noises.
I don’t know how I was supposed to feel but all I knew is that this was the best sensation I had ever felt in my short life and that I wanted to feel it again.
Was It Guilt Or Something Else?
Finally, the task was over and he quickly arose from over me and hurried to the bathroom which I had never before seen him move that fasts for that direction. Still, naked I leapt off the bed and ran in the same direction, seeing as I heard the shower turned on.
Never before had it been a problem before I having a bath with my father bit this night was different, as I approached the washroom area there was no door that I can remember and the shower curtain was wide open.
Standing in the doorway of the dark bathroom I could saw my father frantically trying to get himself clean as if there was a piece of filth attached to his genitals. I broke the silence after a minute or so which alerted Earl that I was in the room.
Then he, turned his back to me quickly and yelled at me to go away so hard that my heart began to race and I felt as though my very soul nearly jumped right out of my body.
I did remove myself back to the bedroom and about some minutes after father was back in the room instructing me to go clean myself up. He had left the water running in the shower. I was used to washing my virgina but this time it was going to be different, it was disgusting.
I placed my hand between my little legs to feel a slimy substance trickling down both legs. My virgina also had this slime and when I squatted to wash I all off and my little fingers began to rub ever so gently against my clitoris that mind blowing sensation that I had just experience was back and I indulged my senses for a bit until I was jolted out of the trance with the sound of father’s voice calling out for me to hurry it along and get to bed.
Far From Over
I had no idea what this was but I sure as hell loved it and wanted to feel it se more with or without father. He broke my innocence, shattered my universe and opened up my mind to something that wasn’t to be exposed yet.
This thing that called to me now was absurdly different. The very look of it was obscene and I didn’t know what it was but it wasn’t my DADDY anymore. It was something foreign, something confusing.
It still looked like daddy in appearance but not otherwise. He was mean, he no longer spoke to me kindly, every word that left its lips was now a snare of disgust and it made me feel as though I had done something wrong.
After this encounter I was so confused that I didn’t even try to understand what had just happened I just brushed it off. My fragile little mind couldn’t comprehend the depravity of the event that had transpired.
His years of grooming had finally payed off and he had accomplished the feet. Now, I was his and there was nothing that was going to change that or obscure it from my mind.
I would like to give a bit of advice to all the parents out there that still practice kissing your child on the mouth to STOP. Now please don’t get me wrong into thinking that I’m accusing you off being abusive to your child or that you have some sort of intent to be.
But, just think about it for a bit, while your actions may be innocent, this is training a norm into the child so that if anyone else does the same to the child they will think its right and the child may never report it to you.
One thing will lead to another and it will most definitely escalate and you precious little innocent child will now become part of the statistics of the many children that are sexually abused every day in the vastness of this world.
You can’t expect anyone to protect your bundle of joy that is your responsibility and no one else’s. You’re the one that’s supposed to be their super hero, not their greatest adversary.
You’re the only one that placed by Jahovah to keep the safe, nurtured and taught the moral values of life. We are the ones that build or break your child’s character and self-esteem.
Your child is your future, your legacy, your eternity so why kill yourself off by not teaching them to live right.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT!!!!
You greatest Ally