Vanessa's Harrowing Journey

My father never liked tardiness, in himself or others. So it should have been no surprise when he pulled me, his own daughter, out of the shower so I wouldn’t miss the bus. I had just managed to finish rinsing off the soap when he pulled the shower curtain back and pulled me out before I could scream.

The bus in question would take me to Jansen City, where I would attend Jansen Academy, a social school meant to prepare kids for the real world, unlike the previous grade years that just focused on academic knowledge. Part of the social school curriculum was a mandatory relocation away from home and far from parental influence.

“Dad! Can you at least let me dry off and put on some clothes?!”

He looked at his watch. “No time pumpkin, you don’t want to miss the bus do you?” He asked pulling her by the wrist down the stairs.

“What about my suitcase, and my purse,” she felt her generously large breasts bouncing wildly “at least let me PUT ON A BRA!” She yelled as the melons pained her.

But her father was undeterred, handing Vanessa her purse as they got downstairs. “Here, the bus tickets are inside along with some spending money. Your suitcase is in the trunk already. Let’s go! Hurry, hurry, hurry!” He had already pulled her to the driveway.

Pulling her around to the passenger side, he opened the door and practically pushed her in. Her instincts had her seat belt on before he even got in the car.

“What about mom? I didn’t even say goodbye.” The car was no out of the driveway and driving down the road toward the station.

“That’s what phones are for pumpkin.” He then looked over at her with her still dripping wet, just sitting on the seat, and managed to piss her off even more. “You really should do something with that wet hair. It’s all messy. You don’t want to look like a crazy person do you?”

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