I didn't go to him that night. I was just too worried. And he never came to see me, either. Maybe he had the same thoughts as I did. That worried me, too. f**k. Way too much worrying lately! It was annoying. And upsetting. And it made my stomach feel sour.
The next day was different, though. It was Saturday, so dad didn't have to work. It had been a week since we all went to the beach together. And two days since my father had woken me up with oral s*x. I spent the day with the family, for the most part. I did some research into what classes I was going to take next semester. The summer was almost over, so I would be heading back there soon. I already had my classes decided before I came home, but I wanted to look them over one last time in case I decided to change my schedule. In the end
