This is chapter 6 of DADDY'S GIRL. Hope you love it too,feel free to upvote,comment and suggest or criticize.
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Little did I know that, to whom mouth is given, ability to cook food is expected.
Life continued normal for me until my 15th birthday. I was on a couch in our living room eating a piece of my birthday cake. Mummy had earlier organised a family get together to mark my birthday. My relatives came with a lot of gifts for me. I was happy.
When I stood up from the couch,I was stained with blood.The first thing that came to my mind was if I had contracted an infection from daddy.
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I wanted to cry but somehow I managed to comport myself while my little head ran wild.
Then I stopped,it's mensturation,I thought as I smiled to myself.
I told mummy about it and the advice started.
She told me about how I was a woman and I needed to stay away from boys.
She talked about how any slight mistake on my part can result in pregnancy.
This got me scared.Was I really going to be pregnant for my father someday? Impossible.
Mummy got me pads and all I needed.I had severe cramps that wouldn't let me leave my bed
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Dad always came around to wish me well.Get well soon dear he would say. I'm not getting well,I would say revolting.
At least for a full weak he didn't touch me.
The next week,it went back to normal.
This time,he would beat me severely with anything he could lay his hands on.This was because I was refusing and giving him tough time to do what he felt like.
I was really scared of getting pregnant.
I was 15 good years of age but I had no male friends talkless of boyfriends.Daddy was everything.
He would threaten and make every boy he saw around me reasonable.
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Everyone thought I was the naive,innocent virgin girl with a very strict father.
He was even scaring my female friends away too.
The friends I had were bad girls.They would talk about thier boyfriends and thier relationships.
Some were goal oriented,others helped them financially and academically and some others helped them sexually.
They would tell me the styles they did with thier boyfriends and I would just be quiet.
I never wanted them to want to trace my boyfriend because I couldn't face the pain and guilt that would come with the realisation that my boyfriend was my father.
