You keep running, Dad keeps chasing

“I...” You slowly climb to your feet, getting your thoughts in order. “Dad, he—”

“No time to explain,” your father interrupts. “We need to make the most of this before it wears off.” He gestures towards his crotch. “Pumpkin? You mind?”

“Wait,” your mother says. “She’s already covered in... In... God, there’s so much...”

“Nevermind that,” he replies, grabbing at your wrist. “Just... You’ve gotta, I need—You need...”

Your Dad isn't listening to your Mom, and that can only mean one thing: more reckless pounding and more wasted loads. Running away was the right call, and you can't quit now. Tearing free of your father's grip, you make a dash for the front hall while both of your parents call after you. You hear footfalls close behind you, so you keep running until you're out the front door, across the lawn, and halfway down the block.

It's around that time that you begin to feel the soreness in your bare feet and the chill on your wet skin. Your father's jizz was warm, but you're totally exposed and the wind is starting to pick up. Yet you keep running, **** to put as much distance as possible between you and the ****-up man who's hell-bent on filling your holes.

"Sarah? Is that you?" Looking around for the source of the voice, you see a pair of curious eyes peeking over a nearby hedge, topped by a gardening hat. After a moment you recognize her as Valerie, one of your neighbors. She's a chubby young woman, just a few years older than you, who lives here with her unfairly-gorgeous sister Natalie and their mother Clara.

"Are you okay?" She steps out from behind the hedge, folding up a large pair of shears. "Is that..?"

"Y-yeah," you reply, completely out of breath. "My Dad... H-he took some Zanalfil, and--"

"C'mere, Hon," she says, beckoning you towards the garage. "Let's get you inside."

You nod and follow her. "I think he's still after me. I... I don't know what to do, Valerie."

"Just come inside, and we'll help you handle this... Whatever 'this' is."

She leads you into the garage, shutting the heavy door behind you. There's no car: just a few bikes, a bunch of gardening equipment, and a large mattress that's tucked into the corner, complete with a reading lamp and nightstand.

That's where Valerie leads you, helping you down onto the bed.

"Wh-what--"

"Oh, this is just where me and Sis go with boys, so we don't bug Mom," she says. "Well, it's mostly Nat who brings boys home. I'm not very lucky with--Oh man, I'm babbling, sorry..."

"No, it's okay! Thank you."

Before she can reply, you hear a series of knocks; it sounds like somebody's at the front door.

"Oh, fuck! I gotta go," you yelp, jumping to your feet.

"Wait! It's okay, it might not even be your dad. I'll go take a look."

"No, you shouldn't, he could--"

"Relax. I'll just check it out through the peephole, okay?" She squeezes your hand. "Be right back."

With that she heads into the main house, leaving you all alone.