My heart dropped as I caught sight of a man with a slight beer belly standing in the front door of the trailer. He was eyeing me lustfully with dark green eyes. He had dirty golden blond hair that curled to his ears in a mess and continued down his chin in a beard. He wore an old gray tee shirt and blue jeans, but I had a feeling that he wasn't going to keep them on for very long. It suddenly sank into me. My father had sold me—sold my virginity to be more specific. I turned and ran, but my father caught me around the waist and pulled me to his chest.
"I'm sorry we're late. She spent a while in the shower." He said, dragging me to the bottom of the steps. I struggled against him. How could he do this? I thought this was the one line he wouldn't cross! I thought this was the one thing in m
