Six months ago, my mother passed away. She was all that I had in this world and I was devastated. I kept living in her boyfriends house where we had been but even that was not going to last forever. I was sixteen and the state said that I was to go live with the closest blood relative that I had over the age of twenty five. That sucked even worse because I was hoping to go live with Aaron, my older brother but he was only twenty three. I asked if I could stay with my mothers boyfriend until I was old enough to be on my own. He said it was fine by him, that he would take care of me, but they told me that I couldn’t do that either.
We were just about to reach the seven month mark to my mothers death when my case worker got in contact with me. It was the middle of June and she said it was time for me to move. I did not know of any close relatives and they had not informed me that they had found one, so I was a little shocked by the news.
“Who is it that I am going to live with?” I asked, more curious then I was angry that I had to move.
“Why, your father of course,” she answered as if I was supposed to already know the answer.
I had not seen my father since I was nine years old nor did I want to see him now. He left my mother to pursue a music career that soon backfired. By then my mother was already with Tim, the boyfriend that I was living with now. He did not like that, so he took off and we never heard form him again. Now I was supposed to go live with this guy like everything was all fine and dandy?
“Isn’t there anyone else?” I begged into the phone. I did not want to go live with this man that I did not know anymore. I wanted to stay here, with Tim, living only a few miles away from my older brother.
“I am sorry dear,” she said with a monotone voice, showing she really did not care, “but until you are eighteen years old, there is no other option for you at this time.
She told me that I needed to get packed and that she would pick me up to take me to the airport in the morning. I thought hard about running away but I was not the kind of girl to do that. Tim and my brother would worry about me and Tim knew better then to lie if he knew where I was. So this was my future. I was headed to live with a man that I hated and wanted nothing to do with me. My year could not get any worse and it was going to suck until the day I turn eighteen.
PART TWO : THE FLIGHT TO CALIFORNIA
Gina, my case worker was at my house bright and early like she had promised. I wanted to punch her in the face for making me do this but I knew it was not her fault. She was just doing her job and she had no control over where I ended up. Though she could have fought on my side a little harder in my opinion.
“You promise to call me every night,” my brother said in a heart broken tone. He had been more angry then me about me having to leave. He was seven years older then me though, which made him sixteen when our dad had left. He hated our father more then me and he was pissed that I had to leave.
“Of course,” I said wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, “I will call you every single night and twice on Sunday.”
I then turned my attention to Tim. I ran up to him and hugged him tightly as well. He had been a second father to me for almost seven years and I was going to miss him just as much. He had taken care of me and been my family. It felt like on top of my mother, I was losing every other person that was important to me. I felt like my heart was ripping from my chest.
Not saying another word, I put my things in the trunk of Gina’s car and crawled into the backseat. She told me I could sit up front with her but I did not want to even have to look at her face while I cried. She would tell me that things were going to work out and I would have to hate her even more then I already do.
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The plane was packed as we departed New Jersey and headed straight on to California. I had never been to California and I was not excited. He had taken that excitement from me. I had begged for years to get to go see Hollywood. Now Hollywood was where I was headed and it felt like I was flying straight to hell.
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I had landed an hour ago in California and not only did it fell like hell mentally, it felt like hell physically. It had to be at least one hundred degrees outside. I could feel the sweat dripping down the small of my back as I crawled out of the car a social worker had picked me up in.
Looking up at his house, I sighed. It was a nice house - two stories and a good amount of distance from each neighbor on the sides. I figured it was a party type town and they built their houses to make it easy to have loud crazy parties without bothering the neighbors.
My eyes fell upon the front door as I saw a man walk out. For a moment I had to look hard. The man that walked out could not be my father. My father was 6’0, about 300lbs and pale white. The man that walked out that door was 6’0, around 200 lbs, covered in muscle and tan. He was this beautiful human that made my knees weak. I figured he must work for my father.
“Moira,” the man said with a slight smile on his face as he walked over to me. It was in that minute I knew it was my father. I had never forgot that voice. I had pictured it in my head for years when I dreamed of him coming home.
I shook at the thought that for a moment my father had turned me on but I could not help it. He looked amazing and a part of me wanted him.
“Dad?” I said in a questioning tone as he hugged me. I want to hate him and push him away but he felt so good pressed against my body. Instead of wanting to push him away. I wanted to pull his body closer to mine. I wanted him to never let me go, to keep me in those big strong arms forever.
“It is so good to see you,” he said as he pulled away from me, “I have missed you for so long, and have been wanting to see you got just as long but your mom said you were happy without me.”
“Its good to see you too dad,” I said hugging him again, taking him all in. He had no idea how good it was to see him.
PART THREE : MY FIRST NIGHT
I had unpacked my bag into my new room. It was bare except for a bed, a desk, a dresser and a few shelves. I knew it would take a while but I could get it to feel like a room. As of right now all I had were clothes for the dresser, a laptop for the desk and a picture of mom, me, Aaron and Tim. I missed my family more then I could imagine and this was all that I had left of them.
My dad had brought me some sheets and a comforter for me to use for the evening and told me that we would go shopping for some things for my room the next day. He seemed to have come into quite a bit of money since we had been apart and if he wanted to make up for it by spending it on me, I was not going to ruin the making up for him. I liked it when people bought me things, what girl didn’t?
A quarter to eleven I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. I was not tired but it was late and I needed to get some sleep. I tried to count sheep for a while, but that was only ever just funny, not something to make a person fall asleep.
After a while of trying to sleep I knew that I was going to have to masturbate. That was sometimes the only way that I could fall asleep. It had been something that I started doing when I couldn't and it had been something that I did frequently since then.
I reached my hand down the front of my panties and rubbed the skin just above my clit for a while. I could feel the neatly trimmed hair under my fingers and my clit throbbing. It wanted me to touch it, but I was going to take my time.