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A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... off to sleep she checks her phone. After going through the texts sent by her friend Kelly, she gets to the text from earlier that was sent by Keith. She bites her lip and thinks about it. She sends a text to him. Feeling like she just wants to escape everything, and also be in the oddly comforting and abusive arms of her middle-aged master, she quietly leaves Danny. Emmy enters her room and begins to doll herself up again, making she sure she looks good for him. Still drunk, she smiles in the mirror, feeling the urge to just let go and be used by him. She puts on her usual outfit, his favorite, like what she wore the night before when he fucked her, and then leaves. Emmy heads towards the door, ignoring her father's existence. "Where do you think you're going?" Ray asks as he gets up from the couch. "Wherever I want." Emmy doesn't even turn to look at him. Ray quickly walks to the door and shuts it as she opens it. "I don't think so." He looks down at her. "You don't get to decide when you want to be a part of my life. I'm not a little kid, you don't control me." She responds coldly. "I know that. Just, can we please talk this out?" Ray asks. "No. You had your chance and you blew it." Emmy fights back the tears, just wanting to leave and get fucked to forget everything. "Where are you going to go?" He asks. Emmy just smirks up at him, only wishing that she could tell him all about where she's really going and what she's going to do. "We were better off before you came ...

... back. Everything was fine." She says before taking a deep breath, her nerves shot a little as her breath stutters. "I don't have a father." She says coldly up at him. Ray staggers back a bit, his heart shattered. "Baby, I... Just, please. Hear me out. I know I fucked up. Just please give me a chance to make things right." Ray pleads emotionally. "I'm always going to be your dad." He smiles a crooked smile, looking into her eyes as he lowers his head to meet hers. "How about I leave tomorrow and we can take this slowly. I'll keep my distance." "You just don't get it." She says while opening the door again. "I'm going to stay at my friend's place on the second floor. I can't stay here with you." Emmy leaves. The last thing Ray sees is her tramp stamp tat of her childhood drawing she made for him that he got tattooed on his chest, only difference being that the heart in her tat is broken in two. She walks down the hall and quietly enters Keith's apartment. Ray hears the faint sound of an apartment door closing soon after Emmy leaves. He can't ignore his suspicions and leaves to see if she really went down a floor or entered one of the apartments at the end of the hall. He quietly puts his ear to Keith's door to listen for Emmy. On the other side of the door is Keith roughly feeling up Ray's daughter, knowing Ray is just outside his door. He smirks as he gropes his daughter, sticking his hand between her legs and roughly cupping her pussy against the wall. Emmy covers her mouth to ...