My Savior - Sex Stories

My Savior

... and that he needed to help Talitha.

"Talitha, I'm sorry to hear that," Father John said, finally breaking the silence. "Can you tell me more about what your father says and does to you?"

Talitha nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "He tells me that I'm stupid and that I'll never amount to anything. He tells me that I'm a disappointment and that I'm not worthy of love."

Father John's heart sank as he listened to Talitha's words. He knew he needed to help her, but he also knew that this was a delicate situation. He couldn't just confront Talitha's father without potentially losing him as a patron.

"Talitha, I want you to know that what your father is saying to you is not okay. No one deserves to be treated that way," Father John said, trying to choose his words carefully. “Can you please tell me a little about when it all started?”

“Everything at home was manageable until I said that I wanted to move out to go to college,” she said, “my daddy, who used to be a supportive person, told me he refused to allow me to leave home… over several months, he became angrier and angrier with me. He would tell everyone how much of an ungrateful brat I was. How I repaid his love by disrespecting him and running away. How I was going to squander his hard-earned money to become someone's whore. In the end, my family disowned me, and my parents blamed me for the problems in their relationship. I have been on my own for the past year struggling to make ends meet.”

“Can you ...

... please tell me a little about what is going on at home?” Father John asked.

Talitha began, “When I was younger, my daddy would work until really late at night. He would often tell my mom that he went to the bar or a friend's house after work so he could decompress. When he came home from work my parents would fight. Those fights lasted all night long and I was usually sent to my room so I couldn’t see them fighting. But I hear them shouting. The fights typically were about drinking and infidelity. My daddy was always adamant that he was just working. Often, the fights would end when they started complaining about having me and the burden that I was to the family. It would make me cry; I wanted to be a good girl. On those nights, Daddy would come into my bedroom late at night to talk to me and apologize for coming home late. He would often curl up with me on my bed and hug me.”

"Talitha, my dear child," Father John said, "Marriages can be difficult and I am sorry your parents chose to blame you rather than take accountability for their unhappiness. That is certainly not compassion. But I am having problems connecting the dots between your parents' marriage and their anger with you wanting to leave home. Can you describe in more detail your relationship with your dad?"

Talitha nodded, appreciating his perspective. “I understand Father. This fighting happened so often I was never phased by this roller-coaster ride of emotions and blame. As I got older, my mom and dad took ...