I sat there for hours pretending to read a text book. I turned around and walked back into his office, and he shut the door. Cartoon porn Holding my throat as he said, “you’re a fucking waste with a body like this. I’d wake up early, take the bus, go to school, go to soccer, go to ballet on the weekends, anything to keep my out of that house. I thought I would surely die every time he entered my ass. My soccer coach came to me one day, he said he wanted to speak to me in his office after practice. I just couldn’t. “You don’t want to go home. I know, because he’d whisper it was my fault as he rammed into me. He was there. No. I tried to fight it, trying to get passed the haze of my vision. “You don’t want to go home. But if you leave me. You’ll never play a school sport again.
