On the Otherside of Town

I can't help it

Chapter Five:

Aurora's POV

When I wake up, unfortunately, everything feels sore between my legs and my ass. I’m lying under the cover with him still naked on top of me, I can't sift, because he's not only on top of me, he's still in between my legs and if I move even an inch I will find him back inside me again.

I sighed, lying there not knowing what...the f**k, I should do. “f**k I can feel him getting hard again, his c**k twitching and growing as he stirs, My hands slid down to his hip to adjust his c**k away, It's no use his abs are pressed against my stomach, and it feels so good. I’m f*****g shameless. I'm aroused, and I am starting to crave him… “NO! Aurora get a grip,”

The last time he came home I was in bed for half the week and I missed all my assignments and had to work hard to make it back to a solid C-.

Micah pops into my head and I can’t help but compare. “f**k Aurora, what's wrong with you?...you’re f*****g sick…he’s your dad.”

Frank stirs, finding his tip at my entrance again, he moans, slips one hand through my hair in his sleep, guiding my lips to his while the other hand slides down to my t**s as he bucks his hips side to side, spreads my legs so he can get better excess. As I can’t help but to moan, as he slips his tongue deep into my mouth as his hands now trailing down my body landing on my hips, he grabs them ruffly and abruptly slams his c**k into me, making me arch for him as he continues his assault on my p***y.

“f**k daddy” I screamed out as he drove himself deeper and deeper until I-

“Oh god” I grasp

“Hold it, don’t you f*****g c*m until I tell you to,” he commanded in a low gravelly growl.

“I’m gonna cum...I’m-”

“Don't you dare or there will be consequences baby girl” he grunts, pumping into me again as he strokes my clit, my toes curls and I grab the sheet beneath me for support as he pounds faster and deeper into me.

It took him several minutes before he tells me to go…

“c*m with me, baby girl.” I listened to his command, euphoria washing over me as shame chased it away. We climate together.

“f**k baby girl, so much better than your mother ever was,” he said, kissing me deeply, his tongue finding mine as he fought for control. He pulls out, gets up, and heads straight for the bathroom.

When he is gone, I lay there, silent tears spilling from my eyes. “What's wrong with me?” I’m the world’s sluttiest w***e of daughter one that gets off on hearing her dad say "She is a better f**k than my mother… "...I deserve to be alone.

And what’s gonna happen when daddy dearest finds out I let another man, no boy inside me, touch me and worse, get me pregnant?

I’m so Dead!

The next day blurs by, a repeat of yesterday and the day before. I don’t make it to school again—I haven’t in days. Somehow, I managed to hide my morning sickness from Dad. I get up, make his breakfast, scrub the dishes, and then haul all the linens and bedding from last night to the washer. It’s like I’m on autopilot, stuck in a twisted version of playing house, just going through the motions.

Sometimes I let myself pretend, but reality hits every time. I’m seventeen. I should be worrying about things like boys and makeup, going on dates, laughing with friends. But that’s not my life, and deep down, I don’t even feel like I deserve it. Maybe I’m too far gone to even hope for that kind of normal.

The weekend blurred by, most of it spent in bed with him. His appetite seemed endless, pulling me back every time I thought I could finally catch my breath. Our bodies stayed locked together, tangled in a sweaty mess of sheets, leaving me drained and aching. I’d tell myself I’d get up soon, that I’d find some space to breathe, but he’d always pull me back, and somehow, he always won.

My phone suddenly rings, breaking through the quiet. I freeze, surprised. No one ever calls me. Micah would text, and Dad’s right here. I look at the screen. **Unknown caller.** Curious, I pick it up. “Hello?"

There’s nothing but silence on the other end, just the faint sound of breathing before a quiet click. I lower the phone, staring at it for a second before sighing, brushing it off as quickly as it came.

The moment passes, and I slip back into my daydreams, letting myself drift to some distant place where everything’s different, where I’m just a normal girl. But the world around me always snaps me back, like a chain I can’t break, keeping me rooted here in this never-ending loop.

As I scrub the dishes, my mind drifts to Micah. I texted him last night, asking to meet up., but he never replied. I need to talk to him, to tell him about the baby. The thought sends a wave of nerves through me, and I find my hand resting on my stomach, gently rubbing the small curve that isn’t even there yet.

“Good,” I whispered to myself. “At least I’m not showing it yet.” I don’t even know how far along I am—I haven’t had the time or courage to figure it out. That’s the last thing on my mind. What’s been eating at me is the question that loops endlessly in my head: *What will everybody think?*

And then there’s Dad. *What am I supposed to tell him?* A chill runs through me just thinking about it, the weight of all the possible reactions pressing down on me like a boulder. I sigh and shake the thought away, forcing myself to focus on my chores. At least he’s asleep for now. For a little while, I don’t have to worry about him watching my every move.

I rinse the last plate and place it on the drying rack, but my mind stays on Micah. *What if he doesn’t care? What if he just… walks away?* The thought twists my stomach, but I know I can’t keep this secret forever. I just don’t know where to begin.

By Sunday night, I was barely holding on, my body worn out and heavy with exhaustion. The room felt stifling, the walls closing in, but I lay there, staring at the ceiling, too tired to move, too drained to fight. The ache in my bones, the weight pressing down on me—it was all so much. I wanted nothing more than to escape, even just for a minute, to feel the fresh air on my face, to remind myself that there was a world outside these four walls.

But instead, I stayed, just lying there as he drifted off to sleep beside me, his arm thrown over me in that familiar, possessive way. I stared into the darkness, letting myself get lost in my thoughts, in the silence that felt heavier than words.

And in those quiet moments, I imagined what it would be like to have the freedom to walk out that door, to live without the constant weight of someone else’s expectations, without being caught in someone else’s world. But the fantasy was fleeting, slipping away as quickly as it came, leaving me with nothing but the reality I couldn’t escape.

When morning came, I knew it was time to pull myself together, to get up, to start the routine all over again.