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Simon Middleton visited Felicity many more times in the course of the next two years. At first their friendship was based solely on rivalry. But eventually the pair began to talk. Felicity told Simon about her secret hiding places and blackmail on the governesses. Simon discussed his desire to start school. They truly became friends and Felicity was growing attached.
Those were the happiest two years of her life. She was full of excitement and a generally pleasant child. She learned quickly and was thought of to be the perfect child. The Admiral and Mrs. Worthington began to flaunt her everywhere they went. She was the jewel of London. Her name was known all over the country. Felicity was the epitome of innocence and child-like naiveté. That is until the event happened.
It was not a special night for any reason other than what events occurred. Mr. Worthington had been home for the past few days and was full of promises to stay for at least a month. The house was alive with excitement, as it always was when the Admiral was home. Felicity was just hoping for some attention from her father. She loved him. She had no doubt that he loved her.
Felicity was sent off to bed at the usual early hour at which she went to bed most nights. Instead of allowing her current governess, Miss. Thomas, to say goodnight, Mr. Worthington asked to do the honors. No one knew what he had in mind. They allowed him without a parcel of doubt.
Mr. Worthington closed the door as Felicity's small figure climbed under her sheets. The room was pitch black except for the light coming in from the moon. Felicity stared at her father's pale face as his large feet carried him closer. Something inside her stomach clenched instinctively. She had never been alone in a room with a man. What was she thinking? This was her father. She tried to convince herself that nothing was wrong.
Mr. Worthington took a seat on the edge of her bed. Immediately his hand reached for her forehead. "You are a beautiful child," he whispered. "You know that, right?"
Felicity had never really considered her beauty. She knew only that she looked like her father. People were always commenting on her eyes and hair because they were perfect replicas of the Admiral's. She nodded as a response because he was waiting. His large hand was musty on her forehead.
"I'm proud of you," the Admiral added. His hand slid lightly down her cheek and stopped under her chin. "Will you give your father a kiss?"
Felicity was unsure of what to do. She had kissed her father many times before, but always in the presence of others. Something in her stomach was tightening and she was scared for the first time in her life. "Please, Felicity. I love you so much. I would never hurt you."
Although the tone is his voice caused Felicity to squirm, she sat up and kissed her father chastely on the lips. Before she could lie back down, he gripped the back of her head and pulled his lips back onto hers. She squeeled into his mouth, but could not break free. The admiral forced her lips open with his own and shoved his tongue against her small teeth.
Felicity struggled against his thick body, but failed. He was bigger and stronger. He finally broke away and stared at her with no fear. "That is a real kiss, my Dear," he sighed. With tears in her eyes, Felicity flung herself under the covers. She felt dirty and scared. But most of all she was confused. "I can show you a lot of things," Mr. Worthington promised with his strong fingertips sliding up and down Felicity's rigid back.
"I'm tired," Felicity whispered in an attempt to get him away.
"I know how to keep you awake. Come out here and look at me, child." Seeing no way to escape, Felicity did as she was told. "Don't cry, darling," he whispered. His thumbs reached across and wiped the tears off leaving a sting behind. "I want to show you how much I love you."
Felicity tried to turn her face away when he leaned forward again. This time the Admiral pushed Felicity onto her back and used his size to hold her down. He kissed her lips and then traveled down to her neck and chest. She resisted his kisses, but was too weak to really stop him. When she tried to scream, he covered her mouth.
It went on like this until he was done. He had forced his way into her both psychically and mentally. After that night Felicity was never really the same. She had a new fierce determinism about her. She was angry and impulsive in ways that baffled her family. The Admiral pretended as if nothing happened for the following two days. After that, he returned to sea early. Felicity was left alone, but she was still haunted.