After my father's affair with an employee was exposed, my mother left home without me. My father would drink alcohol and only complain, and after about a year, he said 'I'm lonely' and crawled into my bed. I knew it was wrong, but seeing my father touching my body in despair made him seem pitiful and wretched, so I couldn't refuse. Eventually, the shop went bankrupt and we had no income, so I started prostituting myself at my father's request. 'Just until I find another job. Mom will come back soon.' My father happily accepted the money I earned from being raped by some old man and patted my head. One of the clients was the father of a classmate, and rumors spread at school, leading to bullying. My father laughed and said, 'If it's too hard, just quit school. Then you can earn more.' From then on, I was raped by my father every day, had sex with old men, and handed over money many times, but my mother never came back. 'It must have been tough. If you don't like it, you can run away anytime. I'm on your side.' An old man who I just met hugged me and patted my head. I was surprised and a little happy. So, I could run away too. 'I want to go home now.' When I mustered the courage to tell the old man, he laughed and pushed me down, saying, 'Yeah, but not today.' I knew it. There are probably only such adults in my world. Killing one's heart for the family, just enduring, waiting for time to pass. A pathetic girl's story.
