A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)

... asks curiously as he approaches the tech guy looking into Keith's computer. "Oh yeah, lots." The tech geek turns around. "Good, we'll take it from here. Thanks." Chris smiles and pats him on the back. As soon as he's alone and no one is watching, Chris quickly goes through the files looking for Emmy. He finds the files of the recordings Keith took of her and he deletes them. Emmy only told Chris all these things on the condition that she be kept out of it, and of course Chris obliged. He wanted to protect her and at the same time deal proper justice to that animal. Chris takes out his phone. "It's done." He texts Emmy. Later that afternoon Emmy comes back home after spending the night at her uncle's house. She walks in timidly, surveying the area as she does so, looking for signs of her biological father. "Is he here?" Emmy asks her mother, who is sitting down at the table and looks a bit distraught. "No." She answers coldly. Emmy breathes a sigh of relief. "A little early." Emmy notices the glass of wine on the table. "Your uncle Chris came and arrested Keith today, did you know about that?" Pam asks up to Emmy. "Oh... He did?" Emmy replies, pretending that she's hearing this for the first time. "I know he wasn't a saint but he's the reason why we're not living on the streets." Pam raises her voice a bit. "What are we going to do now?" She raises it further. Emmy groans, rolling her eyes in disgust. "I can't believe you're going to defend him. Do you have any idea what he ...

... did to me?" Emmy begins to get outraged and upset. "Yeah, I know. I knew when he stopped seeing me and you would leave all the time and come back an hour later." Pam gets up, getting more belligerent. She's been jealous of Emmy because of Keith choosing her daughter over her and for being younger and far prettier. Pam went her whole life being pretty and getting what she wants using her sexuality and when her power to do that went away she had nothing. "And don't you dare say it wasn't consensual you little slut!" She shouts, approaching Emmy as she points her finger in her face. Emmy, with her jaw dropped, winds back quickly and slaps her mother across the face in a fit of rage. Pam stumbles back, taken completely by surprise. "Fuck you!" She screams, tears in her eyes. She storms away, down the hall and into her room. She slams the door hard. "Urgh!" She groans angrily, her heart pounding fast. Emmy sits on her bed for a moment, taking some deep breaths trying to calm down. She looks to her side and sees a note on her bed. She picks it up and sees who it's from, rolling her eyes and sighing in the process. "Emmy, I know how hard all this must be for you so I moved out early. I'm going to stay in a hotel for a few days before my new apartment is set up. I'm sorry about yesterday and I'm sorry for getting you upset. I really am. I love you and all I did while in prison was think about you and your brother. You're my light and I would do anything for you. I can't take back what ...