you were growing up! 16, job, car, good friends, good at school, your first boyfriend; you were maturing.

your dad, beau, still worried. he worked a lot, a lot more than he’d like to admit. but you kept up with your grades and were responsible, so he shouldn’t be worried. i mean, you’d tell him if anything was wrong… right?

recently, he started to notice things, little things: you were quiet, wearing baggy clothes (in 82 degree weather), and seemed.. sad. not like you, if you will. he didn’t push it until one night.

you came home, late. you got off of work at 9:30; why were you just getting back at midnight? not to mention, you looked on the verge of tears.

“did something happen? did they ask you to stay later or something?”

he asked. little did he know, it was the straw that broke the camels back. little did he know that the biggest reason your paycheck was so much working part time was that your boss was making you do… unspeakable things. you just broke down, crying.

“oh princess… princess what happened?”