My daughter's bedtime story isn't actually a bedtime story at all

**My daughter's bedtime story isn't actually a bedtime story at all** <br><br><br>I have a little sister. I know, it sounds weird because I'm a guy and I have a little sister, but it's true and I'm not making that up. She's only six and I'm seventeen so I've basically raised her since we lost our mom when I was fourteen. Our dad's not really the best so it's been me, me and my sister Lucy against the world, since she was a baby. When you're fourteen you want to do what fourteen year olds do, you know? You want to have fun, you want to party, you want to get laid. None of those things helped me cope with losing my sister's mom, but I figured they'd help me forget for a little while.<br><br>That's what I was doing the night before we lost her.<br><br>The night before we lost her, I was at my friend's house, getting fucked up and acting like a total moron. I remember calling home a couple of times, to see if Lucy was in bed, but our dad kept answering and I could tell he was messed up. I didn't want to talk to him so I didn't bother calling back. Eventually, my phone started ringing and my friend made me answer it. I thought fucking hell, what has happened now? Is Lucy dying on me again? But it was just the cops, telling me they found me on some street in the city and my dad asked them to bring me home.<br><br>So I finish my cigarette I was lending, say goodbye to my guys and get in the back of a cop car and ride back to my house.<br><br>I get home and my dad's there, still messed the fuck up, sitting in our living room. He tells me that he's sick of Lucy being in my room and that he wants her in his room. That he can take better care of her. I'm thinking, what the fuck is that even supposed to mean, but before I can ask, he's pulling me upstairs to check on Lucy and when we get to her room, she's lying there, dead to the world. I reach over and gently shake her and she's dead out, man. I can't even wake her up.<br><br>So I'm thinking fuck it, I'm leaving her in the bed, rolling over onto my back of the bed and slipping under the covers and calling it a night. But our dad, he wasn't having it. He came over and pulled me out of bed and back onto the floor and he told me to get back into bed _now_.<br><br>So I'm already pissed, you know, I don't like being woken up and I definitely don't like being woken up by my fucked up, depressed dad. I'm already pissed and then I see my little sister lying in bed and she doesn't look like my little sister anymore. She looks... different. She looks like an angel, or something. Her skin glows, her hair shines, and her eyes are this beautiful shade of blue that I've never seen on anyone before. But when I say now, when I tell my dad that I want to leave her be because she looks different, he tells me I'm delusional.<br><br>He tells me he's sick of me moping around after mom died and that he wants to try and make something of himself and he can't do that if I keep getting in his way. And then he looks at me and tells me to get back into bed _now_ or else he'll call the cops on me again.<br><br>So I don't wanna get in trouble again, not on a school night. And Lucy does look different, man. She looks beautiful and angelic, so I get back into bed and slip under the covers and slip my arm around her waist and bring her close to me. I'm gonna pretend she's not my little sister tonight, I'm gonna fuck her, and then I'm gonna slip out of here and get back to my room, where I can act like a teenage boy again.<br><br>I slip my other arm around her small waist and I pull her into me, my arms tight around her small body. And I whisper in her ear, "I know you can't feel this, but I love you little sister, you're so fucking beautiful."<br><br>Then, I close my eyes, I open my mouth and I bite down hard on the inside of my cheek. I can take out my dick and fuck my little sister all I want, but I'm still a seventeen year old kid and I've lost my mom for years, so I have to take care of myself first. I bite down on the inside of my cheek and I focus on the pain until I can finally slip away.<br><br>I slip out of bed and I slip out of the room, leaving my dad and my little sister alone. I get into bed, I open my phone and I start looking for a hook up, until I can slip out of the house and slip into something.<br><br>It takes me a little while to find someone and it takes me a little longer to slip out of the house and into the back of the cab, but eventually I'm at this girl's place, slipping into her pussy, sliding into her asshole and blowing my load all over her place. And once I'm done, I slip out of her place and I get back into a cab, and I slip back home.<br><br>I slip back into bed, exhausted from all my hard work and I close my eyes. I drift off to sleep almost immediately, exhausted from the night's work.<br><br>In the morning, when I wake up, I reach over to my nightstand and I grab my phone to check the time. As soon as I pick it up, I notice a text from an unknown number. It reads, "Did you have a good night?" and it's accompanied by a screenshot of my dad's phone, showing the same text message. This screenshot was obviously taken from outside my dad's house, because there was a lot of daytime in the background of the screenshot of my dad's phone.<br><br>So, I text back immediately. "What the actual fuck?" And I hit call at the same time.<br><br>When my dad answers, he tells me that Lucy woke up crying and wouldn't stop. He says he tried giving her some water, he tried giving her some ice cream, but nothing was working and he finally just lost his shit and he looked at her and said, "Do you want Dad to feel better?" And she said, "Yes." So he did whatever he had to do to feel better and she fell asleep.<br><br>So I ask him where he is and he tells me he's dropping Lucy off at school and he's gonna run some errands. And then he asks me did I have a good night. And then he hangs up.<br><br>I call him again, but he doesn't answer. So I get out of bed and I slip on my boxers and I walk downstairs. I open the front door, and I see Lucy sitting in the backseat of our dad's car. And then I see her hand on my dad's thigh.<br><br>I close the front door, go back upstairs, open my phone back up and I start scrolling through Twitter. That's when at around ten thirty our dad texts me again. He tells me he's in the city and he's gonna meet me at the mall at noon. He says he's gonna take me out for lunch, and then he's gonna take me shopping.<br><br>I don't respond.<br><br>At around eleven thirty he calls me. "Did you hear me, kid? I'm gonna meet you at the mall at noon, we're gonna take you out for lunch, and then we're gonna take you shopping."<br><br>I don't respond.<br><br>At twelve on the dot, I open the front door again. And our dad isn't in the car anymore. Lucy is still sitting in the backseat, still with her hand on my dad's thigh.<br><br>I close the front door again. I walk into the bathroom and I turn on the shower. I step inside and let the water run over me.<br><br>I'm standing under the shower, not even touching myself, when I start to hear knocking. I turn the shower off and I open the door. There's my dad, he's angry. "Did you not hear me, kid? I'm fucking pissed off. I got all the way to the mall and you didn't fucking show up."<br><br>And then he's pushing past me, into the bathroom. And he's slamming the door behind him.<br><br>And then he's pulling out his phone, he's opening a text message window, and he's typing.<br><br>He types, _"Did you hear me, kid?"_<br><br>And then he types, _"I'm fucking pissed off."_<br><br>And then he types, _"I'm going to fucking murder you and I'm gonna bury you in the back yard."_<br><br><br>And then he hits send.<br><br>And then he looks at me.<br><br>He tells me that he's gonna take Lucy out for lunch, and he's gonna take her shopping.<br><br>And then he slams the door again.<br><br>And then I'm running. I run downstairs and I grab my phone and my wallet and my keys. I run back upstairs and I slip my shoes on. I open the door and I run down the stairs, into the front door and out into the open.<br><br>I slip into the back of a cab and I tell the driver to take me to the mall. I pull out my phone and I start scrolling through Twitter again. I'm in a blind panic, I don't know what the fuck is going on. I don't know what the fuck my dad is talking about.<br><br>I'm in such a state, I almost don't notice the text message that pops up on my phone.<br><br>But I notice.<br><br>It's from an unknown number.<br><br>It reads, _"Did you have a