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A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... found narcotics. They convicted him with possession with the intent to sell due to the quantity of drugs and the fashion in which they were packaged. Ray got seven years due to it being his first felony charge. Emmy was twelve at the time and totally devastated, she never forgave him. She, her mother and her brother had to move from their house and into the apartment building they're in now. Her mother Pam became a wreck and began to drink and take pills more and more. Emmy had to look out for herself and her brother. Ray relinquishes them from his hold and Emmy cannot get away fast enough. "Your father's going to be staying here for a few nights while he looks for a place." Pam speaks. "It's only for a few nights, I have a place lined up not far from here." Ray nods while smiling bashfully. It's an awkward vibe in the room. "I'm really, really happy to be home. I missed you guys so much. We have a lot of catching up to do." He speaks mainly to Emmy, who he loves dearly and was heartbroken that she never came to visit him. "We missed you too, dad." Danny smiles. Ray tussles his head and smiles down at him. Emmy remains silent as she stands there, not knowing what to make of all this. She walks away to her room, giving Ray the cold shoulder. His head sinks, feeling awful. He and Danny continue to talk and play around. He looks down the hall to Emmy's room and thinks about how he's going to repair their relationship. Inside her room Emmy is freshening up and touching herself ...

... up in the mirror, making herself look prettier since she's decided to go out to her friend's sooner than later. She tries to not think about what just happened. Outside her door Ray stands there, taking a deep breath before knocking. "Can I come in?" He asks softly. Emmy groans, rolling her eyes. She reluctantly opens the door and goes back to the mirror and her phone, she can't text her friend Kelly fast enough so she can come get her. "Wow, cool room." Ray looks around casually. Last time he saw Emmy she didn't wear makeup and she didn't look like this. She was his little girl and now she's almost an adult woman. Emmy doesn't respond, just coldly ignores him while she patiently waits for her friend Kelly to text her. "A lot nicer than my room in prison, ha ha." Ray chuckles awkwardly, trying to break the tension. "What is it that you want?" Her face turns to him with an angry expression. "Listen, I know you're mad at me, but can you please give me a chance to explain myself?" He pleads, a sorrowful look in his eyes. Emmy huffs, looking at the ground in front of her. "I know you're angry and you have every right to be. I wasn't lying when I said I had no idea how those drugs got in my car. Please believe me." Ray pleads desperately and sincerely. "Things were good between us before I went away, remember?" He smiles as she folds her arms. "I missed you so much, all I did when I was inside was think about you and your brother." Ray pleads further, wanting so badly to repair ...