The Road Not Taken by wetfly6969 ~~~ The father of an 11-year-old girl is given a glance into her future with the chance to change her life for the better. Will he choose the right path for her? (Mf, incest, paranormal, reference to: m+f, dru/dri, gangrape, prost, sucide) ~~~ "Looks like it's just you and me tonight, kid," Jeff said lifting his glass to the mirror in a toast. Up ending the glass, he gulped the remaining scotch on the rocks, reaching for the bottle of TJ. "Just one more for a nightcap," he added carrying the bottle to the couch. He could hear the soft thumping of music coming from his daughter's room as she dressed for the slumber party at Ashley's house. Normally he didn't allow her to stay over night any where but with it being her best friend's birthday, he allowed Molly just this once. Glancing at the clock he groaned. It was six ten and he had about three hours to sleep before reporting in for his overnight security job. Setting the bottle and glass on the coffee table, he laid back, shutting his eyes. They weren't closed long, perhaps a few minutes, just long enough to enter REM sleep when he heard a voice. Someone was saying his name from a far distance but he wasn't sure who it was or why they were calling for him. It wasn't Molly. This was a man's voice, somewhat hollow and eerie. "Jeffery," the creepy voice called out, growing louder and more urgent. "Wake up, Jeffery." Shrugging off the sleepiness, he sat up, noticing the strange, ghostly figure standing before him. Struggling to focus on the translucent form, he was surprised to see the being resembled his older brother who had died a few years earlier. "Who, who are you?" he asked reaching for his glass to steel his nerves. "Don't you recognize me, dear brother?" the spirit replied. "It can't be. There's no way it's you!" "It is and I'm here to help you do the right thing and to guide Molly on her journey." "Journey? Where is she going?" "That, brother, will be up to you. Come with me, I will take you to see the most incredible sights that few are privileged to witness. Take my hand and let's begin the voyage." "Voyage? I'm not going any place with you until you tell me where we're going." "It's not *where* but when. I will take you to three important events in Molly's life which profoundly alter her existence. Come, we haven't time to spare." "I don't understand. What's going on?" "Jeffery, you will understand once we have returned. Come with me," he repeated, holding his hand out. Slowly Jeff reached for it, feeling a static charge tingling of his fingers before a bright light temporarily blinded him. It took a few seconds to get over the feeling disorientation and before his sight returned. Even then he saw dancing dots before his eyes. "Do you recognize where we are?" Glancing around the nicely furnished home, the family pictures of a happier time and smiled. "This is our old house. Before Alice left us." "That's not exactly correct. Look deeper, what do you see?" Noticing most of his wife's personal belongings were gone and small child sobbing in the corner, he squinted to see her clearer. "OH MY GOD! That's Molly. But she's so young. So small. How... how is that possible?" "This is Molly five years ago, Jeffery. When she was six and just found out her mother isn't coming back." "Yes, I remember that. I think she had a harder time dealing with her leaving than I did. But why are we here? I don't understand what happened then to change her." "Your drinking was bad, even then, Jeffery and that was one reason why Alice left. After that you just fell apart, turning to the bottle even more and neglecting Molly. She needed you and you let her down. To make matter's worse; that night you turned to her not as your daughter, but as your lover." "I did no such thing!" "Jeffery, do not deny what has happened. You can not change the things gone by, but you can make a difference in what will come." "I didn't do anything to her back then!" "Try and remember, Jeffery. You took her, still crying, into her room and in your drunken stupor, you fondled her and performed oral sex on her. Later you had her do the same to you." "I don't remember that." "Come, I will move forward two hours so that you will see for yourself." A feeling of nausea over came him, as he held onto the thing which resembled his brother guided him through a wall. There, on the other side lay young Molly sprawled out naked on his bed, legs akimbo with her hands covering her eyes. His face was smashed against her pubes, as smacking sounds and grunts could be heard across the room. The stench of alcohol from his breath filled the room as he slobbered over her hairless crack. "I don't remember doing that!" "It was the beginning of five years of hell for the girl. *YOUR* daughter!" "I don't think I molested her. I mean, I know I did, but she never said no, so that meant she wanted it, right?" "I can not judge, but how could she say no to you. You are her father and you were also four times her size. "It didn't happen often." "Not in the beginning, Jeffery, but for the past four years, you forced yourself on her five or six times a week. Every week and sometimes more often than that." "It wasn't that much was it?" "I'm afraid it was." "Now, be a good girl and make daddy feel good too," he heard his younger self telling Molly. "I, uh, I don't know what to do, Daddy," she replied looking over her flat chest to her grinning father with his face still between her legs. "That's okay, Honey, Daddy will show you what to do." "I don't wanna watch this, please, take me outta here." "But don't you want to see the fruits of your labor?" "No, I've seen enough." Taking his hand, he once again felt the static charge tingling his fingers before the bright light flashed in his face. The nausea and disorientation didn't take as long to recover as he was expecting it. They were in a living room, looking around at an unfamiliar home packed with teenagers. "Where, uh, I mean when are we?" "It is the present, Jeffery, are at least in three hours." "The present? What happens to Molly now that changes her?" "She lied to you about Ashley's party. She's not going to Ashley's house," the ghost said motioning with his head to the center of the crowd. Jeff squinted to see Molly sandwiched between two high school boys gyrating slowly to the loud music. "I don't understand." "Earlier today she met two older boys walking home from the store to buy Ashley a present and they invited her to a party at a friend's house. The boy's parents are out of town for the weekend and he invited and excessively large number of people to his home. Molly is one of them." "I knew she was acting funny about the party but I wasn't sure why. What happens to Molly?" "Bring the little slut over here!" he heard someone calling out from the fringes of the room, pulling the back pillows from the over-stuffed couch. "In addition to drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana, one of the boys has slipped something into her drink. She will be incapacitated for most of the night and most of the boys here will have sex with her for the next eight hours. They will take pictures with their phones, record it with a video camera and nearly everyone at the party will witness the assaults, but no one will help her. In fact, after tonight, Molly will be branded a slut and will lose all of her friends." "Oh my God!" he said noticing the two boys she had been dancing with were dragging her between them toward the prepared sofa. Jeff lunged toward them, his hand passing through their bodies like air. "You can not do anything to save her now, Jeffery. What is done, is done." "I can't let them rape my little girl!" "You have no choice. She won't remember everything, but will have flash backs for the rest of her life of tonight's events which will haunt her every waking minute. What she doesn't remember will be replayed time after time on the cell phones of the people here. She becomes a joke and is relentlessly taunted." He watched as her jean skirt was pulled down her slender legs, exposing the heart panties he bought her last Valentines. "Oh look at this!" the boy who pulled down her skirt called out. "I `heart' pussy!" he joked jabbing his finger into the center of the heart and creasing it into her vagina. Her tight tee-shirt was yanked over her head, exposing her braless breasts to the crowd. They were hardly larger than a walnut and the pink nipples accounted for most of the breast meat. "Sweet!" someone called out grabbing one of them. "Get the whore on the couch, I wanna fuck `er!" the boy who had removed the pillows yelled out over the loud music, pulling his pants down. Jeff watched as his daughter was manhandled, pushed roughly to the couch where the now naked boy crawled between her spread legs. Her eyes were droopy and almost fully shut. "Suck me, slut!" the boy who had removed her panties cried out, straddling her chest. She gave a soft whimper as the as the boy who had crawled between her legs violently entered her. "SHIT!" he called out. "The little whore is already wet!" Turning away from them he looked at the ghosts of his brother. "Will she be okay, I mean physically?" "Yes, but over the next three years Molly will be hell bent on proving the rumors are correct about her and will start having sex with any body who asks. She will start drinking, smoking, experimenting with drugs and acting up. Sex will become her focal point and she will sneak out at night, invite countless boys over while you're gone and meet with older boys after school. The more sex she has, the worse her reputation becomes, resulting in her having more sex. The cycle will continue and will be uncontrollable." "What can I do to stop this?" "Come, I have one more event to show you," he added, grasping his hand. The loud `vush' jerked his head back, taking the air from his lungs as he struggled to keep from throwing up. He was dizzy again, and holding onto the arm of his dead brother. "We are five years from that night, Jeffery," he said with a smile. "Do you know where we are?" Looking around, he was confounded. They were outside in a dilapidated neighborhood. There were mostly thugs hanging around, a few street whores were plying their trade, walking up and down the streets, liquor stores seemed to be on every corner with mostly barred or closed business and at least two pawn shops. Immediately across the street was an adult video store flanked by two bars on either side. They were in a minority part of the city as most of the advertisements were in Spanish and everyone seemed to be black, Mexican or Asian. Very few whites were visible. The neglected neighborhood made him feel uneasy which was odd being he wasn't visible and was trained to defend himself. "Why are we here?" "Come with me," the specter said stepping into a small alley way, littered with trash. An older model Toyota Tercelle was parked a few feet into the passage with the car bouncing up and down. "I don't understand," Jeff said rushing to keep up with the spirit. A loud grunt and several pants later, the car stopped moving. "Get the fuck outta my car, whore," a booming voice called out. "I'm done with you!" Watching, Jeff saw the passenger door swing open and a young, battered girl stepped out, twisting her ankle on the high heels and trying to smooth down her miniskirt. Her hair was unkempt, her makeup smeared and the top of her dress was torn, exposing her bruised left breast. Jeff's eyes went between her legs as she flashed the fact she wasn't wearing panties. There was something about her that seemed familiar. "Who is she?" he asked as his eyes roamed up and down her slender body. She looked anorexic and overly thin. "Molly," he replied. "MOLLY!? That can't be! That whore looks at least 25 and very worn out!" "That's true, Jeffery. Two years earlier Molly ran away to get away from you, your drinking and abuse the boys were inflicting. She was also doing cocaine by then and becoming more of a danger to herself. After leaving, she spent the first few weeks trading sex for food or a place to stay. That's when she met a brutal pimp named Mad Max, who promised her everything, but delivered nothing but pain and suffering. He will work her hard, demanding that she earn him a thousand dollars a night, every night, while keeping her high," he said watching as his tired young niece sashayed back toward the street. "After turning one more trick, she'll disappear down this very alley to shoot up heroin and as the drug is coursing through her veins, temporarily removing all of her pain and sorrow, she'll notice a rusty razor blade and use it to slice her wrists. As the life slowly drains from her body, she'll finally have peace." "You mean she'll die?" "Yes, at the tender age of sixteen, your beautiful daughter will take her own life, unable to deal with the harshness of reality. But there's a way to prevent it." "There is? How?" "Stop her from going to the party tonight. You must also stay home to prevent her from sneaking out after you've left. You must also immediately stop molesting her and seek help for your alcoholism and sex addictions. You must be a bigger part in her life and she needs to get counseling to help her deal with the damage you've already caused and to help her deal with her mother leaving." "If I do that, she'll be okay?" "More than okay. She blossoms like a flower and excels academically. She'll finish high school a year before her peers and will get a scholarship for a college where she'll study nursing. During medical school, she'll meet a young intern and they fall madly in love and marry soon after he graduates. He becomes a surgeon and they will have two daughters and Molly will live a long, happy and prosperous life." "And all I have to do is stop her from going to this party?" "Yes. And the other things, but she must not be allowed to go. Her life will profoundly be changed for the worse." "What about me? What happens to me?" "I don't think I should tell you." "Before I agree to do this, I want to know what happens to me." "Thirteen years from now, on your way back from the hospital witnessing the birth of your first granddaughter, you're killed in a car accident by a drunken driver." "WHAT?" I'll only have thirteen more years to live?" "Molly will have the happiness she desires and will have a better life. Now, I must be going and you know what you must do. Good bye, brother, I'll see you in thirteen years," he said as his form slowly dissipated. "OH GOD!" Jeff screamed out falling from the couch drenched in sweat. "What just happened?" Looking around he saw the glass with the melting ice, the half empty bottle of scotch and could hear the thumping of the hip hop music resonating down the hallway. "That was some dream," he said rubbing the back of his neck. "But it seemed so real, so vivid. It couldn't be a dream!" Pulling himself onto the couch, he reached for the glass with shaking hands. "NO!" he said slamming it down. "I need to talk to Molly," he said heading for her room. She shriek loudly, turning away from her father, quickly covering her naked chest with the shirt she was about to try on. "DADDY! I'm getting dressed! You're supposed to knock before you come inside!" "This is my house and I don't knock. Besides, I've already seen you naked plenty of times." "What do you want?" she asked still clutching her shirt to her nakedness. "I want to talk to you. Something very important." "Like what?" "The party you're going to." "What about it?" "Where is it exactly?" "What do you mean? It's at Ashley's house." "What would you say if I told you that I didn't want you to go?" "WHAAAT!?! Daddy I already promised them that I'd go tonight and you promised me that I could!" "Maybe I changed my mind." "This is just a way to get me to suck your cock, isn't it, Daddy? You won't let me go unless I give you a blow job. I got you figured out you know," she said reaching for the bulge in his pants. "No, Molly. This is different. I can't tell you why, but I'm thinking maybe you shouldn't go to the party. I'll call in sick and the two of us can spend the night together." "You're feeling horny again?" she asked with a smirk. "You want me all for yourself, don't you?" she added groping the head of his cock. "What's gotten into you, Molly? Why are you acting like this?" "What do you mean, Daddy? I thought you liked me acting like this. Why don't you let me suck your cock and you can go back to sleep and I'll go to the party, ur, I mean Ashley's house. I'll be quiet, I promise not to wake you when I leave." Watching her fumble with the front of his pants he had a flashback of his trip with his brother. If he allows her to do this, nothing will change and he'll damn her to a short, miserable life. Pulling out his flaccid cock, she lowered her mouth to it, sucking it deep into her mouth, squishing the spongy tube around her warm, moist mouth. He groaned, bringing his hand to the back of her head. As his cock hardened, she began gagging and choking on it, trying to get more of it into her mouth. She knew her father liked that and if she wanted to ensure her permission to go tonight, she's have to put on a stellar performance. Holding the shaft with both hands, she jerked her head back and forth, stabbing the opening of her throat with the tip, hoping to get him off quickly. She only had about thirty minutes before she was supposed to meet her ride at the 7-Eleven on the corner. "Fuck it," Jeff said pulling on her arms to stand her straight. "Three years of bliss is better than thirteen years of loneliness!" "Huh? What did you say, Daddy?" she asked wiping the spittle from her lips. "Nothing, Molly, get those jeans off and get in bed. I'm going to fuck you like the little whore you are!" "DAD~DY! Why did you call me that?" "Just get on the fuckin' bed!" he shouted pulling his pants down and stepping out of them. Watching, she slowly shimmied out of her tight jeans, kicking them toward the corner of the room. Lifting her light body, he dropped her to the bed, moving between her parted legs. "I'm sorry, Molly," he whispered, sliding his hard cock into her moist hole. "Daddy, don't make me messy. I don't have time to clean up." "Don't worry, Honey. You'll need it for lubrication later," he replied, doubling his efforts. Lying back, she shifted her hips to reduce the pressure as he thrust hard in and out of her as he'd done countless times in the past. Looking at the ceiling, she resumed counting the small holes dotting the tiles above her head. She was at 188,157, if she remembers correctly. By 188,323, he was grunting and slowing down, his cock twitching and filling her with his incestuous seed. Panting, he remained on top of her for a few minutes, causing her concern as she only had 20 minutes to meet her ride. "Daddy, I need to get ready for Ashley's party," she said nudging his chest to push him off of her. Kissing her forehead, he rolled over, watching her scurry from the bed like a roach. "Don't clean up, Molly," he said noticing her heading for the door. "Why not, Daddy?" she asked turning to face him before leaving. "Like I said, you'll need it for lubrication later. Trust me on that, okay?" "Uh, alright, but I still gotta pee," she replied slipping out into the hallway. Crawling from her bed, he was dressed as she returned, rushing to find her jeans. "Honey, I think you should wear a skirt tonight, maybe your blue jean skirt." "Daddy, that's like two years old. It won't ever fit me." "Sure it will, give it a try. I think it looks nice on you. And wear those sexy heart panties I got you a few months ago, you know the one with the big heart in front." "Daddy, that's a thong! I don't like it `cause the back goes up my butt." "Wear it. You'll get used to it," he said heading toward her bedroom door. "Oh, and I never threw away your mom's makeup, it's in my bathroom closet. Put a little on, it will make you look older." "Makeup? Are you sure? You said I'm too young to wear that." "Well, I think I've changed my mind. Put some on, for Ashely's party," he added with a smile. "Okay Daddy, if you want me to," she replied with a concerned expression, watching as he opened her door to leave. Stepping into the hallway he turned to see her one more time. "Oh and Molly, have fun at the party tonight." ~~~ the end Let me know your thoughts... wetfly6969@aol.com