Life as a pastor daughter is not perfect as everyone puts it. Is not all pastors are the perfect angel you expect because my father is a pastor and he is nowhere close to being an angel. My mother died when I was three years old. She discovered after giving birth to me she had cancer. They tried treating her but it was already too late. After my mother died it took a toll on my father. He began to drink I could hardly do anything since I was still so young. By the time I reached ten I could already cook. I cooked and cleaned for my father. In front of church members my father behaved like he had all of his life together but behind their backs my father was like a rum head that you normally see on the road. No one knows but me. After a while his trips to the bar became more frequent. Until that night, I was sleeping when I heard a knock on my door I opened it and my father staggered in. he was so drunk he could hardly stand without swaying. I was always told I looked just like my mother.
"Sara is that you honey?" my father asked still swaying
"no dad it's me Nelly ," I said confused
" I know your sexy body anywhere give daddy some sugar," he said staggering to me.
"Daddy no it's me your daughter," I said stepping away.
"I love when u call me daddy," he said still walking to me.I fell on the bed and he climbed on top of me then it happen. My father raped me. It didn't stop that once it happened again and again.
There was a time at school a boy told me he would give me fifty box if he get a chance to have sex with me . I did it . I had nothing to lose. I was raped most nights by my father and during school hours i will work for money. I know it doesn't sound like a pastor daughter story but it is. By sixteen i have had sex with the most of the school both teachers and students. Teachers for grades and students for money. Most girls call me slut but i don't care. When i reached eighteen i moved out my fathers house and moved in with a friend she's a prostitute and she introduce me to her boss. Mr Tips he has the biggest prostitute businesses. He is really cool .
My friend quickly became my best friend and mentor. I worked every night.
I hate my father i blame him for what i have to do. I also hate my mother if she didn't die my father wouldn't turn like this. I don't believe in God because if he was real why would he make me go through all these things. I also don't date so my life wouldn't be more complicated .
That's my past lets go back to the present.
"You are a hot one," a blond ugly tall man whispered in my ear .
"Yes she is that's why she is extremely expensive ," Mr Tips told the man.
"How much are you talking about?" he asked .
"Five thousand," Mr Tips said.
"That's not much you know I'm loaded," he said laughing.
"Yes i know but that is normally her price ," Mr Tips said.
"Okay deal," he said.
"Come little Miss Cutey i would enjoy tonight ," he said linking his hands in mine.
He's ugly and he smells. I can't say nothing about it since he paid his money.
He walked me to a red Lexus. He opened the door for me and i stepped in. He walked around and got in the car he smiled at me and start the car.
I hope he's good in bed because he's extremely ugly his face makes me want to vomit .
He pulls up in front of a mansion. He opened the door and walked me in.
"This is one of my many houses," he said.
I just smiled . Don't tell me he loves to talk allot.
"Do you want some wine?" he asked.
"No am fine ," i said getting annoyed .
I want to hurry up and get his ugly face from in front of me.
He walked me upstairs to the bedroom . The bed room was beautiful.
He on did his shirt revealing his sexy body then he took off his pants revealing his sponge bob boxers. I gave him a seductive look and my work started.
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The Pastor Daughter
RomanceYou think just because my father is a pastor I should be perfect or my life should be great. No it's the total opposite. I was abused and raped by my father. My father is an alcoholic. Every night he goes to the bar and drink. My life is not perfect...