My mother had always been such a bitch, and now after a little Dakker was
born things have gotten much worse. It’s really no wonder daddy left her.
Hindsight is always 20/20, and now I see that I should’ve believed him.
It’s true that I’ve made some choices that I regret, but it certainly
shouldn’t be held against me to try to have a little fun in life.
Daddy left her a few years ago, after he found out about the other men, and
the money she stole for the drugs. I just couldn’t believe at the time,
that my mom could’ve done those things. After all what 13-year-old girl,
could ever see her mother in that light. It had been six months since my
baby boy came into this world. The asshole that knocked me up, left, just
as quickly as it came.
Three days ago, was my 16th birthday. Certainly not the kind that I had
envisioned. I just got home from the gym, and honestly was looking pretty
good considering I just had a baby six months ago. When I came through the
front door I found mom rummaging through my purse for cash. Dakker was
still in his crib crying, and here, my own mother was robbing me blind of
the very little money I had, to support her habit. I had, had enough! She
and I had a knock down drag out, and after bloodying my lip, she threw my
things out the door, and told me never to come back.
So, now, here I was, with a few bags in my hand and a baby on my hip, in
the pouring rain, standing on my father’s porch. I was still wearing the
things I had on from the gym, black leggings and a little white T-shirt
that rode up just enough to see my now flattening belly. I had Dakker
wrapped up tightly in a blanket to keep him from getting wet. I on the
other hand was a sight to behold, a looking like drenched, wet rat. I stood
there crying, as I pounded on the door hopefully. And why should he take me
back I thought to myself. I’ve been such a little brat, and now with a
baby. A hungry baby at that. He hadn’t had a chance to eat yet.
My breasts were aching, full with milk. I’d always been pretty skinny and
tall. About 5 foot nine, with long, wavy brown hair. I’ve always had a
decent body and pretty nice little tits., but weren’t so little anymore. I
hefted them slightly with my arm to alleviate the strain. If Dad wouldn’t
have me back, I just don’t know what I would do!
Just then the door opened, dad was in his comfies, and as he looked through
the screen door, he let out a surprised gasp. “Tracy!” He cried out.,”My
god what are you doing here! You’re soaking wet! Quick let’s get you and
the baby inside.”
I was still crying and babbling about how I was sorry and about how her mom
had finally kicked me out. I told him about the drugs, and how I should’ve
believed him. He quickly grabbed some towels, took my things, and begin
drying me off, all the time comforting me, and reassuring me that
everything would be OK.
“I’m so sorry!” I cried, “Don’t think any less of me, but I’ve got to feed
the baby. He hasn’t eaten for a while.”
“Oh of course,” dad said, “Poor little guy.” He quipped.
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