Saving my daughter

Its cool if no one believes me, its not like this isn't anything more a way to kill my boredom, this site I mean. It definitely beats FB which I stopped using over 5 years ago.

I am a single 28 year-old female with a 14 year-old daughter, who is my heart and soul, even though she is a nightmare right now, going through her rebellion phase. I thought I was bad... LOL!

I got pregnant with her when I was13, which is also the age my mom got pregnant with me, and her mom with her. That's not entirely strange or shocking, in and of itself, but mom's three sisters also got pregnant around the same age, more or less, the less being Mary, who got knocked up six weeks before turning 13 and the more Kelly who had her son when she was 15.

From my grandmother, who was an only child, down, all the women in my family are women who had children every young. My mom and her sisters each had one daughter, and so far each of us have one child, two of which are boys. Again, not entirely out of possibility, sort of "Weird Facts" material, but not out of range of coincidences.

What does take it to a new level is that from grandma down, we all got pregnant from the same man. In other words, my grandfather is my father and the father of my daughter. That also holds true to the others; my three cousins are also my half-sisters, as are our children.

Grammy's daughters, including my mom, all were the product of her and her long-time, but erstwhile BF, who will go by TR for the sake of this article. They never married, and he would wander off for long periods of time, but always come and Grammy would always take him back.

Its too complicated and meandering to go into, but suffice to say that over the years he managed to bed all of us and successfully impregnate each and every one, even me, who only had sex with him one time, the night I lost my virginity to him. With the exception of my cousin/sister Deb, who was already sexually active, we all lost our cherry to the same man, including my mom and her sisters.

When it came out, that he had been so prolific, it was a total shock to everyone, except Grammy and two of my aunts. I had thought my night with him was a drunken fluke. But learning he had been systematically running through all the females in the family, did more than just shock me.

I was enraged, not so much for all of us, though that was a small part of it as I was that he might get at my daughter. There isn't anything I won't do to protect her and keep her safe and the thought of what he had done sent me over the top. I was going to insure he never got his hands on her, any way possible.

I came home from work early one day, to find him in my house alone with my daughter in the kitchen. I had told him to never come to my house when I wasn't home, but there he was having a beer. My daughter was there at the breakfast table with him and I noticed a second open can. It was sitting close to him, but I happened to be at an angle where I could see the trail of condensation that went from in front of my daughter to where it now sat.

I didn't say anything to him, but I went and gave my daughter a kiss, smelling the beer on her breath. I then went to my bedroom to change out of my work clothes. Once I was in my jeans and an old t-shirt, I went back to the kitchen and told my daughter to go to her room and do her homework. She complained she had already done it, so I told her to go hang out with her friends. She left without any argument because I have a rule she can't go out until after dinner, and then only for two hours.

I waited until she was gone, giving her time to to make sure she didn't come back for any reason, sitting down and helping myself to the open beer, noticing the slight strawberry flavor, which was the same as my daughters lip balm. He sat there like nothing, drinking his beer and relaxing. I finally asked him if he remembered my telling him to never come to my house when I wasn't home, reiterating that he wasn't really supposed to ever be there unless it was important.

He more or less shrugged me off, saying that he had only gotten there a few minutes before me. I eyed the empty beer cans in the waste basket next to the table. I don't drink and never have alcohol in my house, so I knew he had been there some time. But I shrugged back at him then got up and shot him four times with my .38, only because that was all I had loaded my gun with, thinking it was enough.

I have a fully a .357 I keep fully loaded with .38 Specials, but I thought it would be too loud. The same went for the shotgun I have under my bed. In retrospect, either would have been the better choice, since the cops showed up anyway, and I evidently missed any vital organs.

They saved him, to my disappointment, and I was arrested for attempted manslaughter. Long of it was that I got off with time served, and five years of probation, which included no guns. I was a good law-abiding citizen so I relinquished my handguns. They never found my shotgun which I still have. Its secondary function is home protection but its primary is if he ever cones near my daughter or and of my family again.

BTW, he never was prosecuted for any of his miss-doings, but that's okay, because I will always be there to take care if any missteps he might commit. I'm not worry if the court were to see this, because I told the judge and the courtroom I would take him out without remorse if he ever came within a mile of my family. And I mean it!

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