The Preacher’s Daughter

The Preaacher’s Daughter

I never imagined in my worst nightmares that this would be happening to me. I was a good girl from a good family. My family and I lived in a small rural area on a small farm. My father is a preacher at the local church. He is a fire and brimstone preacher, if you stray you are damned type. My mother is a stay at home mother and believes every word my father has ever spoken. I am an only child. Boys have all been watching me and my father constantly tells me that they are evil, only wanting one thing. I have no idea what he is talking about because no one has ever taught me about sex.
My name is Emi. I am 5’4” tall and very petite. My silver blonde hair is almost to my waist and really sets off my ice blue eyes. At almost fourteen, I am just barely starting to get my breasts. Little did I know that when my breasts started to form, that it would be the beginning of the worst nighmare of my life.
It all started when I was getting ready for bed. My mother came in to braid my hair for the night or it tangled to much when I slept. When she finished I stood and she saw the wet spot on the back of my nightgown. Recognizing what it was, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bathroom.
“Look at what you did!” she ranted at me as she pulled the nightgown from my body and showed me the blood on the back. Horrified, I stared at it and felt tears running down my cheeks.
“I’m sorry mother. I didn’t know.” I whispered and she slapped me hard across the face, sending me crashing into the edge of the sink. Yanking my bloddy underwear off me, she shoved them in my face. “You are filled with evil.