Lost Little Feet 2.0
I woke up every morning cursing my life. I hated the life I was living. I wanted to belong to a proper family. I am quite tall for my age, had a rather fair skin, round eyes and had no education. The woman I call mom now told me that she found me in a housing area, wrapped in a towel and left with a little bit of money. At first, she just wanted the money but decided to take me home with her upon seeing my face.
I grew up in a house full of ladies. Every night many men came and go from the house. Every time a man takes my mother into her room, she would give me chocolates and balloons to keep me entertained till the man is done with her. I had no idea what they did in the room. I just see those men coming out of her room sweaty with unbuttoned shirt clumsily trying to leave the place.
As I grew older my mother would convince me to go and play outside after 7PM. She would give me dinner and put me to sleep as early as she could. Until I was 8 years old, I slept beneath her bed. She would put a mattress and a pillow beneath her bed and I spent my time sleeping there. Some nights I would hear her screaming and some night I would feel that the bed would topple and fall over me anytime. I had no idea what was my mother and the men who visited her do to her.
One day, policemen burst into our house. My mother and the other ladies were captured and they were begging them to let go. I stood there all alone with the maid who prepares food. For few nights I stayed with the maid. She would feed me, tell me stories and put me to sleep. She told me that I was the only happiness all of them had. She said all of the ladies in the house were angels and they fell into the wrong places and ended up living a miserable life.
After a week my mother and the other ladies came back. They looked pale and haggard. Some sort of ambiance filled the house. No men came for few days. After that, things were back normal. Men started coming in and going out as usual. I started doing small chores around the house. I would send beer, cigarettes and sometimes food. I started sleeping in the kitchen after that. I stopped sleeping in the room with my mother, she didn't allow me to. I was 10 then.
One of the ladies called Kelly in the house was pregnant. After few months, Kelly gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; Scarlet. She was cute and her skin felt like a velvet silk. I would embrace her and sometimes kiss her cheeks. Kelly loved both of us equally. She would always joke that I should marry her daughter once I grow up. I kept the promise very sacred in my heart.
My routine went on with waking up, stocking up beer and cigarettes in the house. I grew up with no education, no proper family life but I was quite happy because of my mother and Scarlet. I played all day long with Scarlet. Carried her on my shoulder, fed her and would always kiss her whenever I get the chance. Her beauty was beyond words.
One day, I decided to find out what my mother was doing in the rooms with these men. I peeped through the windows and saw a man on top of her and both of them were naked. I felt disgusted but some sort of tingly and weird feeling ran through my body. It felt really different. I could not stop myself but my hand reached my private part and I started stroking it. It felt some sort satisfying. It was my dirty secret. I started doing it every night. I would peep through other ladies' room and satisfy myself.
Scarlet was 6 years old. She was running around the house in her panties. The same tingly feeling started running through my body. She appeared extremely sexy and beautiful to me despite her really young age. I carried her in my arms immediately and took her out of the house. No one stopped me because we have been playing with each other like that for years. I took her to the backyard and further into a small old abandoned house. I first played with her, tickled her. Scarlet was laughing happily with me. I had no idea what was happening to me, I took off her panties and forced my fingers into her private part. Scarlet started groaning in pain. Despite all that, I forced myself onto her. I covered her little mouth with my enormous hand and pushed myself into her. She was groaning and screamed hysterically to free herself. As I was satisfying myself, Scarlet stopped moving. A pool of blood flowed out of her body. I had no idea what was happening. Her body turned blue and static.
I was losing my mind. I had no clue what was happening to her. I shook her body hopelessly expecting her to wake up. But she was there lying still not even a slight movement. I left her body there and wanted to go in to seek help. I knew what I did was wrong. I couldn't go back in there. I quietly grabbed some clothes from the clothesline and left without any sound and ran away.
I was counting every cent I had left in my pocket. Where am I going? What am I going to do? Is the police going to come after me? Hundreds of questions were running through my head. I was a clueless, hopeless teenager standing in a bus station.
I grew up in a house full of ladies. Every night many men came and go from the house. Every time a man takes my mother into her room, she would give me chocolates and balloons to keep me entertained till the man is done with her. I had no idea what they did in the room. I just see those men coming out of her room sweaty with unbuttoned shirt clumsily trying to leave the place.
As I grew older my mother would convince me to go and play outside after 7PM. She would give me dinner and put me to sleep as early as she could. Until I was 8 years old, I slept beneath her bed. She would put a mattress and a pillow beneath her bed and I spent my time sleeping there. Some nights I would hear her screaming and some night I would feel that the bed would topple and fall over me anytime. I had no idea what was my mother and the men who visited her do to her.
One day, policemen burst into our house. My mother and the other ladies were captured and they were begging them to let go. I stood there all alone with the maid who prepares food. For few nights I stayed with the maid. She would feed me, tell me stories and put me to sleep. She told me that I was the only happiness all of them had. She said all of the ladies in the house were angels and they fell into the wrong places and ended up living a miserable life.
After a week my mother and the other ladies came back. They looked pale and haggard. Some sort of ambiance filled the house. No men came for few days. After that, things were back normal. Men started coming in and going out as usual. I started doing small chores around the house. I would send beer, cigarettes and sometimes food. I started sleeping in the kitchen after that. I stopped sleeping in the room with my mother, she didn't allow me to. I was 10 then.
One of the ladies called Kelly in the house was pregnant. After few months, Kelly gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; Scarlet. She was cute and her skin felt like a velvet silk. I would embrace her and sometimes kiss her cheeks. Kelly loved both of us equally. She would always joke that I should marry her daughter once I grow up. I kept the promise very sacred in my heart.
My routine went on with waking up, stocking up beer and cigarettes in the house. I grew up with no education, no proper family life but I was quite happy because of my mother and Scarlet. I played all day long with Scarlet. Carried her on my shoulder, fed her and would always kiss her whenever I get the chance. Her beauty was beyond words.
One day, I decided to find out what my mother was doing in the rooms with these men. I peeped through the windows and saw a man on top of her and both of them were naked. I felt disgusted but some sort of tingly and weird feeling ran through my body. It felt really different. I could not stop myself but my hand reached my private part and I started stroking it. It felt some sort satisfying. It was my dirty secret. I started doing it every night. I would peep through other ladies' room and satisfy myself.
Scarlet was 6 years old. She was running around the house in her panties. The same tingly feeling started running through my body. She appeared extremely sexy and beautiful to me despite her really young age. I carried her in my arms immediately and took her out of the house. No one stopped me because we have been playing with each other like that for years. I took her to the backyard and further into a small old abandoned house. I first played with her, tickled her. Scarlet was laughing happily with me. I had no idea what was happening to me, I took off her panties and forced my fingers into her private part. Scarlet started groaning in pain. Despite all that, I forced myself onto her. I covered her little mouth with my enormous hand and pushed myself into her. She was groaning and screamed hysterically to free herself. As I was satisfying myself, Scarlet stopped moving. A pool of blood flowed out of her body. I had no idea what was happening. Her body turned blue and static.
I was losing my mind. I had no clue what was happening to her. I shook her body hopelessly expecting her to wake up. But she was there lying still not even a slight movement. I left her body there and wanted to go in to seek help. I knew what I did was wrong. I couldn't go back in there. I quietly grabbed some clothes from the clothesline and left without any sound and ran away.
I was counting every cent I had left in my pocket. Where am I going? What am I going to do? Is the police going to come after me? Hundreds of questions were running through my head. I was a clueless, hopeless teenager standing in a bus station.
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