On the Otherside of Town

Walking a the Tight Rope

Chapter Seven:

Aurora's POV

It was about 10 p.m. when I got off my shift, I clocked out grabbed my backpack and hurried out the door, I didn’t want to be the last person in the dinner with Bob, that guy was handsy and he liked his after-work blow job which he always picked an employee to service him after hours.

I walked home with the cold night air nipping at my skin. I forgot my jacket and I wasn’t stupid enough to go back and get it.

When I got home Frank was sitting in his chair, drinking a beer and watching porn. I tried to slip by quietly but was noticed and before I knew it I was yanked into his lap and made to straddle him.

“Daddy no I’m ti-” I shut up immediately after getting a death eye from him.

“You open those legs for me when I say where I say no if and or but about it, Aurora, or have you forgotten your place?” he said huskily as he tears my panties off me and thrusts two fingers inside me. He wraps his hands around my waist and pulls me in closer and I lose all common sense.

“Yes Daddy,” I quiver as he brings my lips inches away from his, my breath hitches and he smiles…

“That's a good little slut…don’t act like you don’t want daddy's hard c**k inside you now,” he says and I look away shameful.

He signaled me the remove his pants the only barrier between us as I am still wearing up waitress uniform, I feel like kicking myself in the ass I should have worn my sweatpants although I don’t know if that would have saved me.

I lift myself up a little unzip his pants and pull it off just enough that his d**k flies free and is now sticking straight up in the air, he is still holding me around my waist and there is just enough room for it to be free.

He puts me to him and I instantly feel his tip at my entrance, I bite my lips and he licks his, as he slaps me down on his lap not giving me time to adjust to his length. His mouth covers mine in a heated kiss and I struggle to take him all in as he holds me by my hips and thrusts into relentlessly without mercy.

“f**k, baby girl..How is it every time I f**k this sweet little p***y of yours it gets better and tighter,” he says with a grunt. One hand goes up to the back of my neck and the other under my ass as he gets up and attempts to carry me to his bed, his d**k never leaving me.

When we reach his bed, he throws the covers over us and continues his assault on my p***y.

“I…pump…fucking… thrust...love…pump…you…thrust deeper…baby girl...pump"

“I… thrust…fuck…pump deeper…Looovveee…thrust harder…you….pump, thrust…Daddyyyyy!”

“Why do I feel this way…when he’s inside me I feel loved and complete…this isn’t right…someone tells me I’m wrong…love with your father isn’t supposed to feel this way…FUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!

Daddy passed out after that, somewhere between the sheet we became completely naked clothes were thrown everywhere and now I was in his arms my back against his rock-hard abs as his strong arm cups my t**s in place and I start to feel those feelings again happiest with guilt and shame, his body is so warm and inviting and although my butt is pressed against his c**k I feel oddly connected and safe in his arms.

“What’s wrong with me? I should hate this…I should be fighting my father every time he tries to enter me. But I can’t I just give in and give myself to him…why?”

My phone chirps and I manage to look at it… Oh my God…it’s from Micah! He wants to meet up!

A day and a half later...I managed to slip out of the house as quietly as I could, my heart pounding with every step. The night air was cold, biting against my skin as I hurried to the old park on my side of town. It was the kind of place where people came to disappear, where junkies shot up in the shadows and hookups happened in the open, without a care. It wasn’t the ideal spot for this conversation, but it was where Micah wanted to meet.

When I got there, he was leaning against a rusted swing set, his face lit up in a cocky grin. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a nod and led the way to an old abandoned shed at the edge of the park.

The second I stepped inside, I wanted to turn back. The place was disgusting—run-down and filthy, with rusty needles scattered across the floor and used condoms still tied off, glistening under the dim light that filtered through the cracks in the walls. My stomach churned, but Micah didn’t seem to notice or care. He had that determined look in his eyes, the one that said he was here for one thing and one thing only.

“Look, Micah, we need to talk,” I started, trying to focus on why I’d come here in the first place.

But before I could say more, he grabbed me, pulling me in close and crushing his mouth against mine. His kiss was rough, desperate, and full of the same hunger he always had. “Let’s f**k first,” he said between breaths, already working to unbuckle his belt. “Then we can talk.”

He hiked up my skirt, his hands rough and fast, and I froze. *Damn it. Why did I wear this? Why do I always make it so easy for him?* His voice dropped into a moan as he whispered, “I missed you, baby girl.”

That was it. That was the moment I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I pushed him away, my hands trembling, and blurted out the words I’d been rehearsing all day.

“I’m pregnant.”

The air in the shed went heavy, thick with silence as the words echoed around us. Micah stared at me, his smirk gone, his hands hovering mid-motion as if he couldn’t quite process what I’d just said. For the first time, he didn’t have some smooth line or cocky comeback. He just stood there, staring at me like I’d flipped his entire world upside down.

And maybe I had. But what about mine?

In the silence, my mind slipped into a different world, one where Micah’s eyes lit up with joy instead of shock. In my daydream, he smiled, his face softening as he reached for my hand. He’d say something like, “Aurora, we’re going to be a family. I’ll be there for you, for both of you.” Maybe he’d even drop down to one knee, hold my hand in his, and ask me to be his, right there in that dingy little shed. We’d walk out of here together, my head held high, knowing I wasn’t alone in this.

But then, his voice cut through the silence, pulling me right back into the present.

“How do I know it’s mine?” he asked, his tone flat, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.

The fantasy shattered, reality settling in like a slap. I felt my heart sink, a heaviness spreading through me as I realized there would be no happy ending here. His words hit like a punch to the gut, making me feel small, stupid for even hoping he’d care.

“Are you serious, Micah?” I managed, my voice barely a whisper, as if speaking louder would reveal just how broken I felt inside. I took a shaky breath, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. But he just looked at me, arms crossed, waiting for an answer like this was some casual conversation.

In that moment, I knew I’d have to face this alone, no matter what happened next.