Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2004 00:01:09 -0500
From: Alana Montgomery <alana_montgomery@email.com>
Subject: I Will Be My Hero-Chapter 2

*This is a fictional work created and owned by me.  If it resembles your
life, then you must be one lucky bastard.  If you do not approve of this
subject matter, then adios.  Or if you are too young, go to the Sesame
Street website.  I've heard those muppets get really wild sometimes.  If
you have any comments/suggestions, feel free to email me at
alana_montgomery@email.com .  Be sure to read my other stories in the
archives*

{There was a little typo in the first story, the current boyfriend's name
is Carlos not Jose}


I Will Be My Hero
Chapter 2: What Father Did
By Alana Montgomery


A couple of weeks later, when we were asleep, I awoke screaming like a
banshee.  Carlos quickly rolled over and held me tightly in his arms.

"What's wrong baby", he asked.

"I had a bad dream", I responded.

"About what", he asked.  I really did not want to answer him, but he had
this look in his eye that said, "I am not going to give up until you tell
me".

"Please don't hate me", I said wih tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Jeff, I don't think I could ever hate you", he said as he kissed my
forehead.

"Well my father died a few years ago", I said.

"Is that all", he asked.

"No it isn't", I responded, "you see, it all started right after my mother
had a nervous breakdown when I was twelve".

[Twelve Years Ago]

It was during Thanksgiving break.  Dad was at was at work and mom and I
were at home.  I was sitting in the living room playing Super Mario
Brothers on my Super Nitendo while mom was folding laundry.

"I will but these towels up, take a bath then come down and make us some
lunch", she said as she walked up the stairs.  I soon heard the water come
on upstairs but didn't think anything of it.  After a while, the tub didn't
stop running and it really conscerned me so I went upstairs.

I opened my parents bathroom door and found my mother in the overflowing
tub and blood was everywhere.  On the counter was an empty bottle of
aspirin and a razor blade.  I quickly turned off the water.  Then I ripped
up a bedsheet and tied the strips of cloth around her wrists as tight as I
could.  I ten ran downstairs and called the paramedics and dad.

The paramedics arrived within five minutes and drove us to the hospital.
It wasn't long before dad met me at the hospital.  Soon after, mom was
committed into the state hospital.

The last thing she said to me was, "I love you".  Dad and I went back home
and that night I had trouble sleeping so he let me sleep with him.  That
first night was wonderful, feeling the warmth of his firm smooth chest
against my back.  His heavy breathing against my neck.

Soon things started to change.  He said, "Since your mother isn't here, you
will have to start picking up the slack".  I soon found out that he didn't
mean just chores.  That douche bag made me his fucking whore.  Every night
he would make me do these things...make me touch him.  If it was just the
sex, I could've handled it, but no, he had to beat me all the time too.

On one occassion, he came home late from a night of drinking.  The stinch
of Jack was so strong on his breath.  That night he beat me almost
unconscious and had his way with me quite svagely.  The next morning I went
to school and had a hard time sitting because my ass hurt so much.  At the
end of class my first period teacher Ms. Alexander took me aside.

"What happened to you, Jeff", she asked.

"I...I...uh fell down a flight of stairs", I responded.

"I know what you mean, I used to fall down that same exact flight of stairs
when I was a girl", she said.  That was the first time I ever seen
Ms. Alexander show any emotion.  A single tear flowed down her ebony cheek.

"I used to think it was my fault", she continued, "I always thought that if
I was a better daughter, he wouldn't do this to me. That's not true for me
and it is not true for you Jeff.  If you let me help you, none of this will
ever happen to you again".

I quickly ran out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom.  I sat in
a stall for about 30 minutes just sobbing.  Then I had to go to the
bathroom and when I bulled down my pants and boxers and saw blood running
out, I screamed in horror.

This helped me realize the severity of what was going on.  I quickly ran
back to Ms. Alexander's room, but she was teaching her next class.  She saw
me standing outside her door and excused herself from the room.  She walked
me over to a secluded part of the courtyard at the school and there I told
her everything.  About the beatings and the rapes.  That day my father was
arrested and I never laid eyes on him until his funeral.  My mother hung
herself after she heard what he had done to me.  I still remember what the
note said.

{Dear Jeff,

I am so sorry for failing you as not only a mother but as a human being.  I
should've know that he would do this to you.  Why didn't I stop this?  Now
I am going to a place to where I can never hurt you again.

Love,

Mom}

I stayed with Ms. Alexander until I graduated from high school.  Those were
the happiest years of my life.  She was a "confirmed bachelorette" as she
liked to call herself.  She had no hopes of ever having children.  She
spent all of her energy doting on me.

[Back to the Present]

"You know what, maybe we should take a flight to see Ms. Alexander, I think
she would love you, Carlos", I said.  He pulled my head to his bare
shoulder and held me tight.

"As long as I am around, no one will ever hurt you again", he said to me.
I soon fell back asleep in his arms, feeling warm and safe like I have
never ever felt before.


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I know that this might not be the most "erotic" story in the archives, but
I think it's sweet.  I would really like y'alls constructive
criticism. Email me at alana_montgomery@email.com