“Now, baby? She hasn’t done anything.’ Brad shut the television and took me into a crawl space behind the washer and dryer. Xnxx video He wasn’t my dad anymore and I was terrified. Tears were running down my face and my brother reassured me that we’d be okay. Please. I was disgusted. He wasn’t my dad anymore and I was terrified. Now it seemed that every moment I hesitated got him angrier. That usually involved a six-pack of beer and the television in our living room. Still keeping my throat in check. His thumb played with my asshole which was clenching emptily around its tip. No longer did I see any love or patience in my father’s eyes. Heavy footsteps thudded on the stairs and I knew it was dad. My eyes grew wide, pupils dilated, I struggled in the water to separate the two of us when I saw my mother barge in on us. I had no chance of overpowering him and he knew it. He spit on my face and punched me again. I shook my head out of confusion and I felt the sting of his hand whacking my cheek. Not like a father and daughter though. Though I still didn’t know who he was.
