Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2004 12:45:53 +0000 From: Nat Fernandez <natfernandez88@hotmail.com> Subject: A Different Story - chapter 1 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you are too young to read sexual or violent acts, or if it's illegal in your city to read porn, just don't read it. If you decide to go on, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while imagining and writing it. And please, let me apologize for all typos or mistakes in my poor english, as it is not my mother language. Copyright: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your site, please contact the author for permission. Feel free to send me feedback comments, any kind of them... if you liked it or if not, please add reasons for why. nat -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know the first 2 chapters do not contain really any sexual explicit relationship, but it was needed so all you could understand the rest of the story. And well, I wanted to write thatpart also, as my story is based in a movie I once watched and I don't even remember its title. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Different Story by nat Chapter 1: First steps in adult life My name is Tanya and Im 26. I was born and grew up in the suburbs of Philadelphia. My dad worked as an electrician and my mum was just doing the house duties, taking care of me and the meals everyday. We were not a wealthy family, and I could never go out with my friends to the cinema or go shopping, but I never complained about it and tried to help my mum with everything at home. I gotta recognize I was very innocent and shy at my teenage period... and moreover, I was stupid. Stupid enough to get pregnant at 17. His name was Cesar, one of my dad's coworkers. At that time I thought I loved him... he was handsome, strong and very sure of himself. On the other hand I was an idiot, shy, pettite and pretty bimbo who had only had her mother as an image while growing and all I was looking for was to get married, have children and look after them. So I left my studies and I went to live with Cesar in a little town not so far from the big city where he could still work in his job. The first days of living together all was as romantic and perfect as I had imagined. I actually couldn't believe I wasn't living anymore with my parents and waiting for a child. But things began to change gradually in the second week, when Cesar's boss told him he had to fill up the night shift of the 24-hour electricians business. That morning he arrived totally drunk while I was yet in bed. I still can hear his voice shouting me cause he wasn't finding the keys to get in. When I finally reached the door and opened, he took one step to me and hit me so hard on my face I lost my balance and fell to the floor. He said it was all my fault and kicked me twice on my back because I began to cry asking him why he had hit me. After the fourth kick I was full on tears and it hurted so bad I nearly couldn't breathe. My nose was bleeding and I couldn't move from the floor. He slammed the door, picked me up by my hair and took me to the bed, laying me there half naked, with my spoiled nightgown stained with blood all over, while he was undressing. I was still sobbing and crying with my body in protection intuitive fetal position when he grabbed my legs pulling them to him and opened them spread. I shouted him to please don't do it, but I received instead a heavy stroke that nearly left me unconscious. Then he raped me. I was unable to move... or even to cry, but I was yet aware of everything that was happening around me. I remember him hitting me some more times until the alcohol he had drunk hit his brain. He fell over my body totally asleep. After some time I managed to get out of under him and off the bed. I began to cry again, feeling miserable. My muscles and bones hurted so bad. I went to the bathroom, locked the door behind me and sat down in the floor. I dont know how many hours I spent there in shock, but I could react when I heared Cesar moving around the house asking my name. My mouth incredibly could tell him I was in the bathroom taking a shower. And so I tried to... get in the shower and clean all the dirty off me. The warm water acted as a very needed healer, and at that moment my mind decided to take all memories of last night off. The next days I hoped things would calm down, but nearly every day Cesar was getting back home in different ways of drunkness, and even the days he wasn't, he always wanted me to go down on him and have sex. The worst day, ironically, was the day of my 18th birthday. He managed to get a free day from his boss, and he went to the city. I tried to prepare a nice dinner with candles and I dressed on pretty clothes and make up to be able to celebrate my entrance to the official adult life. But his present was coming back home more drunk than ever calling me slut and bitch and giving me a 2 knock-around sessions and raping me again and again until I was not useful for him anymore. Thinking back, I really dont understand how could I go on with that bastard hitting me one day after another. I guess I thought things would turn differently when our little girl would come to this world. 6 months after we moved to that small town, Lana was born. It was an 8- hour difficult labor, but that was the first day of my adult life I was actually happy. Of course, the 4 days I stayed in hospital I was completely alone. Cesar never came to see us. When I got back home he wasn't there, and I thought I could not stay there one more day to see him hitting on Lana. I could accept him hurting and raping me, but he was not gonna touch my lil'girl. That was the first smart decision I chosed to follow in my whole life. I grabbed a bag and put there some clothes and personal things for me and some other things the nurses in the hospital gave me for Lana. I went to the kitchen and "stole" the money we had in a pot for the weekly food shopping and left the house as fast as I could with Lana in my arms. Even with this smart decision, I still managed to remain remarkably stupid (and I can say this now, looking back), as my shame stopped me of going back home with my parents. Instead, I reached the bus station of the biggest city around thanks to a driver of a big truck and I bought a ticket to Toronto. I could not buy a ticket to California because I had to save some money for the next days, and I choosed the canadian city as it was the only city I knew something about it. In fact, I remembered my mother's sister used to live in Toronto and I had a remote hope to find her and ask her for help. But my fate was not bound with the word luck. After some days in Canada I ran out of money and I was kicked off the dirty motel where I was staying. I tried to look after Lana as good as I knew, but I was feeling that wasn't enough. I had no money, no resources, no place to stay and no knowledge nor experience. The first night in the streets, moreover, it began to snow and Lana cried and cried all time. Someone, afterwards I was told it was a neighbour of the place where I was trying to keep Lana off coldness, called the cops. I was brought to the police station and the social welfare for children was informed when they noticed I had nothing to give to my lil'girl. As you maybe know, Canadian Social Services make a really good job, specially when it comes to children. They convinced me that the best for Lana was that I let her stay with them meanwhile I tried to look for a job and a place to live for both. I knew this was the best solution, but I didnt want to be away from Lana. She was all I had and all I was living for then. I cried a lot before finally letting them put Lana in a safe place. I signed a paper where I was allowed to recuperate Lana after 3 months if I had by then a job and some stability. If not, she would be given in adoption. I was only thinking on my Lana, and I really thought that would be the best for her, but still I couldn't help but feeling absolutely devastated in my soul.