I remember the first time it happened.

It was three days after my fourteenth birthday, and Daddy sent everyone away shopping, and said we were to have ‘together time’. I was excited. I loved my daddy so much, so to spend a whole day with him would be the best day of my life, surely.

Daddy made me a mug of hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows and his extra ingredient. That was a secret, he said.
Only, then, I started to get real drowsy and my walls seemed to go down. Everything seemed much more fun.

Then daddy’s friend came around. He was extra specially nice. Treated me like I was the most important person in the world. He wanted to see my bedroom. I said okay.

Somehow we got onto the bed, and he started kissing me everywhere and pulling my shirt off. I didn’t want him to do it, but the drowsy feeling made me almost unconscious. I woke up and he was inside me, pushing hard and painful.

Now my family goes out almost every day.