[Molly's Pov]
So here I am, 5 million miles from home, in a place where I don't know anyone or anything. I hope that slutty whore of a mother of mine is happy. It was her idea to separate me and Holly (my sister) after she caught, me, her and Megan in our three way (still makes my pussy ache just thinking about it). Anyway I guess now is as good a time as any to fill you in on the last 4 months.
Let's see, me and Megan had just left my house when the story ended. So we got away clean and I hid out at Megan's for a couple of days. Which is when I made the mistake of falling in love with her. I became her "Babygirl" and I really liked that feeling and her feeling that way about me.
But we should have known it couldn't last. It didn't. About 10 days into our little love fest, Mom finally succeeded in tracking me down and had the child welfare agents drag me out of Megan's and into a van. I think that was the day I invented a few new curse words to call her. God, I was insane with rage.
During those ten days I was hiding out with Megan, Holly came to visit a few times and broke the news that Mom had kicked her out and she was staying with some friends on Park Place. Little did I know what my vengeful mother had planned for me when I got home.
We barely spoke at all for the first few days as Dad tried to make peace between us, but nothing was working. I was forbidden to do anything without her permission, and as usual, my father went along with it.
But I was determined to see Megan, and for about an hour on Saturday night, we made love in my room. That is until my mother came barging in and once again caught us, this time in afterglow.
Dad, for once, calmed things down and let us get dressed and said for us to meet in the living room in 15 minutes. Finally, I thought someone was thinking with a clear head. But it was no different, Mom started ranting after about 15 seconds of us showing up about her daughter being a faggot and blaming Megan and Holly.
Oh yeah, they made me this way. Good one, Mom. But this time, she literally attacked Megan. When all she did was simply defend me, my ears rang from the shot Megan's jaw took, and it was all for me.
Megan fell to the ground and her lip and nose bleeding, my mother calling her every name in the book from a child molester to a faggot maker. Then she turned on me and swung wildly but I blocked her and went to hit her back when Dad dragged me off to the other side of the room.
I called my mother every name in the book and I screamed it so everyone would know. My entire body shook with rage and I had to watch her berate the girl I loved as my father held me in place with a firm grip.
Megan was scared to death and on the floor covering up as my mother tried to hit her again. At that moment, I swear my father was enjoying it cause he did NOTHING, and I do mean nothing to stop it.
So in a fit of rage I brought blood from my own arms and pulled loose from his grip and punched him as hard as I could in the balls and as my mother looked at me rushing towards her I saw the coward in her eyes as she started to run.
I dove over the couch and practically speared her into the big screen tv and felt her slump to the floor. Then I forcibly turned her over and started to take out my revenge, I punched her as hard as I could right in the face and waited for her to cry for help and then did it again and again in quicker punches and this time no one came to her defense.
Daddy dearest was crying out in pain, too, as I landed blow after blow to her face. Megan was the one who may have saved me from a murder charge cause I wanted to kill that whore. She pulled me off and held me as I shook and cried in rage and tried to break loose.
Well I showed my mother, Megan dragged me to my room and before Mom and Dad could recover. I dialed 911 and cried to the operator she was beating me, LOL. They arrested her ass a few minutes later. They placed me in protective custody and her in the county lock up for the night.
So two weeks later, custody of me was returned to my father and he gave me two things. A plane ticket to Australia to stay with my Uncle Robert and a cell phone to call Megan anytime I wanted. I stayed down under for three months and over that time, it became more and more clear that me and Megan would be better off as friends, cause the chances of us being together were not very good.
Especially considering that in the fall, I was sent here. Megan and I agreed that me moving on was the best thing so I entered the new year with an open mind and clear heart on the off-chance that I might meet a girl who could take my mind off Megan. After all, prep schools are notorious for breeding lesbians or so the legend goes.
Picturing Megan's smiling face brought some instant comfort to me, the way she kissed, the way she touched me, period, was something not even my own sister could manage. Yep, I was her 'Babygirl' and was damn proud of it...