Lies, Old and New - Sex Stories

Lies, Old and New

... anyone.

Except that psychopathic slut that her dad married.

"FUCKING WHORE!" Chad's enraged roar came right along with him picking up an end table and hurling it into the big picture that hung over the fireplace; the one with the fancy frame that showed the three of them smiling and happy. The one that was many, many years old... and now was a shattered, shredded ruin.

Goddamned fitting. Jillian, slowly, quietly, emerged from her shelter, inching towards her trembling father with her hand outstretched. "Dad... I just... I'm so..."

Chad whirled to face her, and his wide, wet eyes went flat. He watched her for a long, fraught moment, clenching his jaw so hard it was a wonder his teeth weren't cracking. Just when Jillian had worked up the nerve to try again to do what she could to help, all the life seemed to drain out of her dad, and he just fell into his chair, put his face in his hands, and shook his head over and over. "No... just no." The denial--of what exactly, she wasn't sure--was muffled by his palms, but he kept repeating it over and over. "Can't be happening. Can't be. Not after all of it..."

All of it.

Eighteen years.

It was then and there that Jillian finally faced what she'd known to be true for weeks. The thing that she, for pure survival, had denied even when she'd accept everything else around it. When she'd embraced that she was dirty and wicked by dint of genetic curse, but had run from the full breadth of that genetic curse.

Well, ...

... that was done. No more lashing out like a kid. No more punishing people that didn't know or care that they were being punished. They'd know... she'd know... and then...

Her plan, such as it was, was finalized the moment she touched her father's trembling shoulder, and he jerked away like she'd stabbed him. Jillian settled her own quavering lip, wiped her eyes, and followed the path her mother had taken. Followed it all the way to the end.

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Tami's head hung as she made her way down the shadow-draped hallway towards the light of Bastian's office. The skin of her face still tingled from where she'd washed her tears away in the lady's room, but she did feel better after the crying jag of minutes before that'd forced her to flee that little haven. Notgood in the slightest... but better was an improvement overabysmal.

It was strange to be here, at this moment. When old lies and new lies were getting ready for a head-to-head brawl to end all brawls. When the choice of whose pain was going to win was being decided, and probably decided without much of a say on her part.

Just like always.

No. Tami wanted to slap herself. Whatever else happened, that shit was done. The... capitulation. The excuses. The burying her head in the sand and pretending that everything that happens to her is everyone else's fault. The one she loved more than anything deserved better from her, and she was finally going to give it. Finally going to grow the hell up.

Finally going to ...