From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Story: Only To Get By 1 of 3   
      
   by Cactus   
      
   Chapter 1: Escape   
      
   Jennifer stared out her bedroom window at the busy street below. In her   
   parents' bedroom next door, her mother and father were fighting again.   
   This had been going on for the past year and Jennifer could barely stand   
   it any longer. She liked to consider herself a normal girl. At 11 years   
   old she was fairly popular in her 5th grade class. She had silky, long   
   black hair that she often wore up in a ponytail. Her eyes were a deep   
   brown (adults often commented on how beautiful her eyes were), and she   
   got fairly good marks in school. She was even beginning to develop   
   breasts, and some of her friends at school commented on how nicely they   
   were coming in, and how they wished their own breasts were that big.   
   Still, despite the envy, she was still below an A cup.   
      
   But regardless of how normal she seemed to herself, she felt like she   
   was the only girl in the world who had such awful parents. Ever since   
   her father was demoted at work a year ago, he had begun drinking and   
   acting different. He would hit her mother occasionally and at night when   
   she was trying to sleep she would hear them in the room beside hers. Her   
   father would demand sex, and she would try to tell him no. But he would   
   press, and soon young Jennifer could hear the resentful sobs of her   
   mother as her father grunted in pleasure and had his way with her.   
      
   And now Jennifer was wiping tears from her beautiful brown eyes as her   
   parents fought once more, starting out at the city below from their   
   third story apartment and wishing her life was different, wishing she   
   could start all over again with a better family and a better life. Her   
   mind wandered to all the movies she had seen where children like her ran   
   away from home and saw all sorts of adventure, or even found better   
   lives for themselves far away. Wouldn’t it be great, she thought, if she   
   could do the same? But it was a risky fantasy, she finally convinced   
   herself. No, she couldn’t run away, she would have to think of something   
   else. Slowly she wiped her eyes free of any new tears and walked out of   
   her room, past her arguing parents and into the living room. Climbing   
   onto the worn out couch and snuggling into her favorite position, she   
   took the remote and turned on the television.   
      
   After about fifteen or twenty minutes, the arguing upstairs stopped and   
   Jennifer heard thumping down the hall. Her mother stormed past in tears   
   and ran out the door to the stairwell leading to the street. She slammed   
   the door behind her. Jennifer tried to hold back the tears. Her mother   
   had stormed out on occasion before, and never for too long, but each   
   time Jennifer feared her mother would run away and leave her behind with   
   her father. She tried to convince herself to stop imagining things as   
   her father – bare-chested and smoking a cigarette, casually walked in to   
   the living room and sat on the couch beside Jennifer. He reeked of   
   alcohol and smoke, and ever since he started acting this way, Jennifer   
   could stand being around him less and less as time passed. Now was no   
   different, and she cringed and tried to ignore him.   
      
   “Looks like it’s just gonna be you and be, baby girl” said her father in   
   a deep voice. It seemed to Jennifer that his voice changed over time   
   since then. It didn’t seem as friendly and endearing as it used to.   
      
   “You know that’s not true Daddy,” replied Jennifer, trying to keep tears   
   back in the presence of her obviously drunk father, “mommy always comes   
   back.”   
      
   Her father shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. “I   
   don’t know, Jen. Your mother says she’s found another man. Says she’s   
   gonna live with him now.”   
      
   “Don’t say that Daddy!” Jennifer tried not to believe her fathers words.   
   He had lied before. But she knew her mother was desperate to get away.   
   And she had been around the house less and less lately. Could it be that   
   she really found another man? Could she really have left her alone with   
   her father?   
      
   “It’s true baby girl. You and Daddy are living alone now.”   
      
   Jennifer couldn’t stand the thought of living all alone with her father.   
   It had been her mother who, on several occasions, was the only thing the   
   kept her father from hitting the young girl when his anger got too   
   overbearing. But as she thought this, she also remembered the times when   
   her father was a nicer man, before he started drinking and making less   
   money. She wished he was still the same man, wished she didn’t have to   
   think these things about him, but she was almost sure he was a   
   completely changed man. Still, deep in her heart she hoped a part of the   
   old daddy she new still remained.   
      
   “Daddy,” she asked quietly, “She is gonna come back right? She was only   
   upset.”   
      
   Her father just puffed on his cigarette and shook his head “No, baby   
   girl. You and daddy are gonna be a regular pair of roommates from now on.”   
      
   Jennifer’s heart dropped. Even in times before this, her Daddy said she   
   would be back. Could it really be true this time? Before Jennifer could   
   think of anything else, she felt her father’s hand slowly move to her   
   thigh. She looked up to notice his lustful eyes roaming her body.   
   Wearing just a light tank top and a pair of thin shorts, she hadn’t felt   
   underdressed until this point, and neither until this point had her   
   father ever given her such looks.   
      
   “You’ll be the woman of the house.” He said, smiling as his eyes   
   evidently dropped to her budding chest. “You’ll have to be a big girl, now.”   
      
   Jennifer swallowed and looked at her father in an entirely new light.   
   Despite his recent downfall, she never expected him to come on to her,   
   his own daughter. She had hardly any experience with men to begin with,   
   and this new lewdness from her father made her feel terribly   
   uncomfortable. She just nodded, her stomach pitted and her skin cold,   
   afraid of what her father might do if her mother was never around to see   
   it. She just quietly continued to watch cartoons, her mind wandering in   
   all directions as her father gently rubbed her thigh.   
      
   * * * * * * *   
      
   That night Jennifer lay in bed, her window open to let in the cool   
   breeze of summer nights. Under the thin sheet that covered her, her   
   nightgown was pulled up around her waist and her small fingers gently   
   rubbed and prodded her clitoris. It was something she had learned from   
   her girlfriends at school, something they called “masturbation”. All she   
   knew was that it felt great, and made her vagina pulse with electric   
   tingling. In her mind she imagined Donny Medlers, a cute boy in her   
   grade. She imagined her and Donny kissing, holding each other and   
   rubbing their privates. She imagined similar situations, sometimes with   
   other boys, almost every night – and almost every night she would pull   
      
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