She had no idea.“Well, see you later,” Samantha said before breaking away.I nodded my head. I swallowed, the halls not that full. We were a little...early. I moved through them, my bare feet padding on the floor, my round breasts jiggling before me. I rubbed my arm, my skin goose-pimpling. It felt so ... strange to be walking the halls alone and naked. I bit my lip, wishing Samantha or Candice was... No, no, not Candice. Not after the day before.My heart ached. I ruined my friendship with my. However, I wasn't one to be presumptuous and I decided to take everything at face value for the moment. That said, I started to fancy my chances. Emily had a bit of a 'reputation' and had acquired the nickname, 'The De-Virginiser', amongst her friends. I'm not one to read much into rumours but I had known her to be quite flirty. Not so long before this incident, actually, she had gone home with one of my good (virgin) friends and there was still a bit of a question mark over what had actually. “Plans, long range I mean, not this weekend? Where are you headed? Do you know? College?” I mentally put the weekend on hold.“Get out of here next year with some summer courses; finish college in three, masters before I’m twenty.”I nodded and chewed, puzzled and impressed. Most of the people I knew didn’t plan much past their next bathroom break. “How old are you, don’t mind my asking?”“Not unless it’s for foul purposes. I’m jailbait, thirteen, but I’m taking junior English this semester.” She. I don’t remember too much of those years, only in blurs and flashes; maybe trauma.Things didn’t change until one day when; Dad came home early from work.He stood shocked, as he witnessed me bent over the couch arm and Steve fucking me.Dad grabbed hold of him, and threw him against the wall.Things smashed.Steve tried to blame me but Dad wasn’t having any of that, and beat him senseless.They fought all over the house, until the police came.The house was trashed.Both Dad and Uncle Steve were.