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After her mother’s death, Taylor’s life had turned into a series of horrible events that eroded her spirit and left her broken. It wasn’t always that way. She used to be a rather optimistic, if shy, girl. She had a best friend who was her sister in all, but blood. She had parents that loved her. She also had a bright future ahead with her grades being good enough to earn her a scholarship to Arcadia, the best high school in the city.
Truly she had been blessed.
Then it all started going wrong.
When her mother Annette died in a car crash, her father Danny had just shut down. He became a shadow of his former self without Annette there to brighten his life and never fully recovered. Taylor was absolutely devastated as well when it happened, but what hurt the most about it was her father’s absence following Annette’s death. She was in just as much pain as her father, but instead of staying strong for the sake of his daughter, he turned to the bottle.
Any day where he wasn’t drunk, he was unresponsive. Taylor tried to bring her daddy back from his depression, but no amount of effort seemed to work. He wasn’t interested in a life without his wife. The day Annette died was the day that Taylor had lost both of her parents.
Despite this blow to her life Taylor still had her friend. She was sad, but she still had faith that as long as she had Emma, she would be fine.
Then things went even further downhill.
She had been sent to a summer camp by her dad for the summer leading up to high school. He said it was to help her make new friends and recover from Annette's death. Though to be honest, Taylor believed that it was just because he didn’t want to see her. To him she was a living reminder of the woman he lost.
The summer camp was fun though, she would admit. She made a few friends from other cities, and learned how to horseback ride and sew. It was a good way for her to keep her mind off of things that happened and get her head on straight.
Still, she missed Emma.
Phones weren’t allowed at camp so she hadn’t heard from her since she left for camp and she couldn’t wait to see her friend once again. The other girls and boys at camp were great, but Emma and her had something special that couldn’t be replicated. So when summer camp ended, Taylor rushed from the bus and sprinted, not to her house, but to the Barnes residence.
It had been the day she was looking forward to all summer. The day that she could be with her sister again and get back to normal, or at least the closest equivalent.
“Get lost Taylor, I never want to see you again.”
Then the other shoe dropped.
When Taylor arrived at the Barnes household and saw Emma, she was not greeted with happy smiles and warm hugs. Instead she was met with cold glares and hateful words. Somehow her dearest friend had changed. Over the summer Emma had changed from the kind and thoughtful girl who had comforted Taylor, into a cruel and sadistic monster.
Taylor tried to find out why Emma was treating her so harshly, but the Barnes’ weren’t telling her anything. She talked to her Uncle Alan and Aunt Zoe, but they just said that Emma was fine. As if she had always acted this way.
Taylor tried to get Emma to talk to her, but she was brushed off and told to leave her alone. She wasn’t interested in being friends with a weakling, she said. It was heartbreaking for the young girl as she realized that her rock had turned against her and she refused to say why.
Soon enough summer break came to an end and it was time for Taylor to go back to school. She now was a freshman at Winslow High. She had turned down her scholarship to Arcadia in order to attend the same school as Emma.
It was a decision she wished she could take back.
Winslow was where all of the gang kids went. At least two thirds of the entire student population were in or were going to be in one of the three gangs. It was hellish on its best day, but for Taylor it was even worse. Emma and her new friends, Sophia and Madison, had made it their mission to make her time at Winslow unending torture.
It was terrifying how efficient they were at ruining Taylor’s life.
The three of them seemed to have set up a system to ensure that they could do whatever they wanted to Taylor and not suffer any backlash. Sophia scoped out the isolated locations that Taylor liked to hide in and when she hid there. She was also the one to intimidate anyone who felt like being a hero and help the bullied girl.
Madison was their shield from the teachers. She had spent her time at Winslow cozying up to every teacher in the school. It wasn’t hard for her to get into their good books. After all, most of the students at Winslow were violent sociopaths who would probably stab them to death if they could get away with it. Having a cute girl student who chatted them up day after day, was likely a breath of fresh air for them. All it took now was one word from her and the teachers would believe whatever story she spins.
Emma provided their social immunity from the students. Ever since day one, she constantly spread rumors to make Taylor the biggest pariah in school even to the gang kids.
How’d she do that? Well…
She told the Empire kids that she was Jewish, she told the ABB kids that she was part of the Empire, and the Merchants didn’t need her to say anything to mess with her. And now that Taylor was a prime target for the gang kids, the normal students didn’t want anything to do with her lest they get the same treatment.
Now that Taylor was sufficiently isolated, no one cared about what happened to her. They felt confident enough that they could do whatever they wanted to her and not suffer any consequences.
So they did. Every.
Single.
Day.
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Taylor braced her hands against the wall. She didn’t trust her legs to prevent her from falling over onto the bathroom floor.
Especially not with her pants and panties around her ankles and the boy in ABB colors thrusting in and out of her pussy.
“Yeah, you’re loving this aren’t you bitch?” the boy jeered, “I bet this feels great for you huh?”
‘Nope, not even a little.’ Taylor thought to herself with an unemotional expression. Her face never so much as twitching even as the boy sped up his thrusting. He wasn’t saying anything she hadn’t heard before.
“Do you even know how many guys you’ve done it with or is keeping track too much for your tiny brain?”
‘Oh wow. Calling me stupid, how original.’
“Well whatever. Just tighten up already, I’m almost done!” he ordered with a perverse grin as he sped up even more before finally hilting as deep as he could inside her, “Take it bitch!”
Taylor’s expression didn’t change even as she felt his seed splashing inside her. She didn’t care, she just wanted him to hurry up and be done so she could get back to class. The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom didn’t even register for her.
‘After all…’ Taylor’s eyes drifted downward to her stomach, ‘It’s a little too late to be worried about the dangers.’
She was noticeably pregnant, 6 months along to be exact. She didn’t know the father and knowing wouldn’t make a difference. He likely wouldn’t care. To the students of Winslow, she was just some loose girl that they could get their rocks off with.
Taylor had been rumored to be a slut ever since she got to Winslow. In the beginning she tried to fight back against the rumors. But ever since…that time…she just didn’t care.
She hadn’t for a long while.
It was odd actually. She used to hate getting fucked by the students. Now she couldn’t conjure up any feelings for it. Not hate, not fear, not even pleasure. It was just…something that happens sometimes. She supposes that she should be more concerned, especially since she’s going to be a mother in a few months, but she just isn’t.
“Heh, you’re not much of a looker, but at least you’re tighter than the usual whores at the Farm.” the boy complimented(?) as he pulled up his pants, “If you ever feel like embracing your true nature then give me a call. I’m sure Lung would love to add you to his collection.”
Then after giving Taylor a swift smack on her ass, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving her leaning up against the wall with his cum dribbling from her cunny and onto the tile.
Taylor sighed. Hopefully he would be the last one today. She really needed to get to class. After all she needed to keep her grades up if she wanted to get into a good college and get a well paying job. She had a kid to look after.
Thus she nonchalantly pulled up her panties and pants and made for the door.
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(After School, Hebert Household)
The front door of the Hebert house quietly swung open with a small click.
“Dad, I'm home.” Taylor called out.
No response.
Unsurprising.
With a sigh, Taylor swung her backpack off her shoulder and leaned it against the couch in the living room before making her way into the kitchen. She was feeling like making hamburgers tonight. Maybe with extra pickles and some horseradish. Maybe it was cravings from her pregnancy, but that sounded good.
She’d have to remember to leave some for her dad, if he ever left his room that is.
Honestly she didn’t understand why he was being such a drama queen. Lots of girls become mothers in their teens, she didn’t understand why he made such a big deal out of her becoming one.
Ever since he found out about her baby, he got really angry with her. He shouted and raved. He demanded to know who got her pregnant and when she said she didn’t know who the father was he got even angrier. She explained what was happening at Winslow and he looked like he wanted to murder somebody.
When he did Taylor thought that maybe her dad had finally snapped out of his depression and decided to be her father again. When he jumped into his beat up truck and broke probably seven different traffic laws to drive to her school and demand answers she thought maybe the man he used to be had come back.
Ha.
What a joke.
It didn’t even take a week for that anger to fizzle out when he realized what he could do.
Jack-shit.
Oh, he certainly tried. He tried to get the security footage, but was stonewalled. He tried to gather witnesses to testify in court about his daughter’s treatment, but everyone in school had suddenly come down with a case of amnesia. He tried to hire a lawyer to sue the school, but he was shown the door when it became clear he couldn’t provide any evidence.
Soon enough, he had run out of options and when faced with his own powerlessness, he did what he always did:
He shut down.
He became the same unresponsive man he became after his wife’s funeral. He drank, he cried, and eventually he just ceased functioning. He went through the motions of his daily routine, but he was essentially absent once again from Taylor’s life.
It was disappointing, but not that surprising to the girl.
‘Whatever.’ Taylor thought blandly as finished preparing the two burgers she made.
She apathetically prepared Danny’s burger the way he liked it: a small amount of lettuce, extra cheese, and plenty of barbeque sauce. He once said that veggies had no place on his burgers, but Annette often threatened to brain him with a frying pan if he didn’t have something green on his patty. She was funny like that.
Maybe it would make him feel better, maybe it wouldn’t. It didn’t really matter to Taylor. She had to do homework.
So she plated the two burgers and walked up the stairs until eventually she found herself in front of the door to Danny’s room.
She knocked twice.
Silence.
She knocked again.
“Dad, I have dinner.” she called, “It’s hamburgers. You should come out and eat.”
Silence still.
Taylor sighed.
“I’ll leave yours out here for you. I have to get my homework done.”
Taylor quietly set the plate outside the door before turning on her heel and making her way to her room. She had to get homework done quickly, after all she had a test to study for tomorrow as well. It wouldn’t do to be ill prepared.
So she buckled down at her desk to prepare for the next day.
Pointedly ignoring the sobs that she could hear coming from down the hall.