Phantacee‘Hey dad.. ‘ I wasn’t sure if I had completely missed what she said after that as the next thing I felt was some movements over my crotch, which genuinely jolted me awake in case my ‘faithfulness’ was challenged. Instead, all I saw was just my precious little girl all curled up (on the couch)…Continue readingUnforgivable
By the fourth day, and the umpteenth number of cane-marks across my skin I had dutifully maintained prior to this trip, my mind was slowly breaking down to the inevitable fate of what they were going to put me through again. From the window they didn’t bother to cover, I could see miles, and miles…Continue readingDarkest Days
‘Dad?’ Despite hearing my little girl’s voice, I couldn’t open my eyes, nor move my limbs no matter how hard I tried. It must be bad sleeping posture, I reasoned with myself as I felt the mattress sinking, relative to her weight and motion. Having ‘reported sick’ from the previous-day’s experience of the same symptoms,…Continue readingDada
(Jesslyn slurring) ‘Hey.. thanks for coming.. and bringing us home tonight.. I know we didn’t.. really include you in our conversations tonight.. I just want to thank.. thank.. ‘ ‘It’s alright. It’s good to meet the friends who saw my sister through her poly days. I mean, I didn’t think that a bunch of studious…Continue readingYoung Wild Things
Halfway through the nap in my drunken stupor, I felt a hand on my wrist that endearingly pulled me into a chest, whose bosoms I didn’t recognise. Though for one, I was mostly surrounded with new faces, exception being my sister whom I think only invited me out of politeness. Without giving much thoughts to…Continue readingAlcohol-fueled