Summary: Seventeen years ago Bob Orton had an affair. Now through a source he finds out he left her with child. What will his wife Jenna and his son Randy think about the whole situation? Will Randy's friends support whatever happens? What if one of Randy's friends felt feelings for Randy's younger sibling as more than friends? How would Randy feel about that?
Bob Orton sat in the recliner re-reading the letter that came in the mail that day. Could it be true? How could he not have heard sooner? He looked at the letter again.
"Dear Bob,
I know we haven't been in touch since you dated my sister seventeen years ago, but I thought you should know that after you left to go back to your wife, and son my sister found out she was pregnant with your child. She tried to have an abortion but she was too far along for the procedure. She would've given the baby up for adoption but when her boyfriend found out she was pregnant she just told him he was the father, and decided to keep it. You have a daughter; her name is Noelle Deon Boston. She's a senior in high school. The reason I'm writing after all these years is because Becky, and Dan, Becky's husband treat Noie like shit. They treat her like she's nothing, and she deserves better than that. She needs her father. She needs to feel safe and loved. Please think about this. I enclosed a picture from last summer at the beach.
Sincerely,
Megan"
Bob put the letter down and picked up the picture. Staring back at him was a petite blonde with long curly hair, and bright blue eyes. She looked really thin, but all in all she looked a lot like Randy but a female version.
"Hey Hun, can you help me with these groceries?"
Bob picked up the letter and helped his wife to the kitchen. They placed the groceries on the counter, and Jenna started to unpack them.
"Randy comes home tonight, and I'm going to make his favorite dinner."
"Jen we gotta talk. I have something to tell you."
Jenna looked at him oddly "Okay."
"Seventeen years ago when we split up for those few weeks I started seeing a woman named Becky. We only slept together a few times. Her sister wrote to me, and in the letter she said that Becky ended up pregnant. I have a daughter."
Bob handed the picture to Jenna along with the note, and let Jenna read everything for herself.
"Oh my God." Jenna was astonished.
"I know. This is huge. I'm so sorry that I had to tell you this way. If I had known before I would have told you trust me."
Jenna looked at the picture again. "She's beautiful. How are you gonna tell Randy?"
'I'll think of something."
Noelle shut her locker door, grabbed her backpack and went to leave school.
"Noie!!"
Noelle turned around to see her best friend Connor running towards her.
"Hey, what's up?"
Connor tilted her face to him "Another black? What happened?"
"Same thing as always. I was born. What did you want?"
"I got tickets last night off the internet to see Raw live in three weeks. Do you wanna go?"
"You know I can't. Besides I don't even like wrestling."
"You're my best friend, and I want you to come. Can you try to persuade your parents?"
Noelle nodded.
"Nice!" Connor said putting his arm around her shoulder and walking with her towards home. They walked home, and Connor dropped Noelle off at her house before heading to his own. Noelle looked at her front door before giving a defeated sigh and heading inside. She placed her book bag on the chair in the front hallway then walked into the kitchen where she could hear her mother chopping vegetables.
"Hi Mom."
"Hi, how was your day?" Becky said not looking up from what she was doing. Noelle realized her mom did that a lot, not looking at her, or even acknowledging her.
"It was okay. Do you work tonight?"
"Don't I always. Your Father will be here."
Noelle rolled her eyes, she knew what that meant. "Can I ask you something?"
Becky grunted a little at the hassle but let her go ahead.
"Why don't you ever look me in the face?"
"Because why would I want to look at everything I did wrong in my past? You're just a permanent reminder."
Noelle knew that would be her answer, but the tears still came. Noelle walked out of the kitchen to the stairs where she went to her bedroom, shut the door, and sat on her bed clutching a pillow as she cried. Why couldn't her parents just love her?
Later that evening after her mom went to work Noelle was laying in the dark as she heard her door creak open. She closed her eyes, and waited, her breath stuck in her throat from the fear she felt. She felt a hand run up her leg to the bottom of the boxers she was wearing, and shuttered a little at the touch. The hand moved to the bottom of her panties moving them aside to touch her. Noelle hated the nights she had these visits. She heard his breathing quicken and knew he was getting excited, her father always got excited about touching her, and feeling her. Something so gross and gruesome turned him on. He pulled her boxers and panties off she went to scream when she was suddenly flipped over to lie on her stomach. Without a hesitation on his part she felt him force himself inside of her. She clutched the bed sheets from the pain as he grabbed her hair, and pushed harder inside of her.
"Let Daddy know you like it." He whispered in her ear. "Cum for daddy."
"Stop it!!" Noelle cried as she felt him fondle her breasts. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he groaned in satisfaction.
"You like it. You're a little whore just like your mother. Just so you know, your mom told me weeks ago that I'm not your real father. Also if you breathe a word of this to anyone what I'm doing to you right now will be heaven compared to what I could do to you.
He got off of her, and left her lying there still clutching the sheets as realization set in.
"He wasn't her father, and his sick, and twisted games were just gonna get worse. Noelle got off her bed, and headed to the bathroom where she stripped down, and hoped into scalding hot shower letting the water mix with her tears.
Maybe one day her real dad would come and save her, if only wishes came true.
