1 1.kicked out of house

My mother had always been such a bitch, and now after a little Dakker was born things had gotten much worse. It's really no wonder daddy left her. Hindsight is always 20/20, and now I see that I should've believed him. It's true that I've made some choices that I regret, but it certainly shouldn't be held against me to try to have a little fun in life.

Daddy left her a few years ago, after he found out about the other men, and the money she stole for the drugs. I just couldn't believe at the time, that my mom could've done those things. After all what 13-year-old girl, could ever see her mother in that light. It had been six months since my baby boy came into this world. The asshole that knocked me up, left, just as quickly as it came. 

Three days ago, was my 16th birthday. Certainly not the kind that I had envisioned. I just got home from the gym, and honestly was looking pretty good considering I just had a baby six months ago. When I came through the front door I found mom rummaging through my purse for cash. Dakker was still in his crib crying, and here, my own mother was robbing me blind of the very little money I had, to support her habit. I had, had enough! She and I had a knock down drag out, and after bloodying my lip, she threw my things out the door, and told me never to come back. 

So, now, here I was, with a few bags in my hand and a baby on my hip, in the pouring rain, standing on my father's porch. I was still wearing the things I had on from the gym, black leggings and a little white T-shirt that rode up just enough to see my now flattening belly. I had Dakker wrapped up tightly in a blanket to keep him from getting wet. I on the other hand was a sight to behold, a looking like drenched, wet rat. I stood there crying, as I pounded on the door hopefully. And why should he take me back I thought to myself. I've been such a little brat, and now with a baby. A hungry baby at that. He hadn't had a chance to eat yet.

My breasts were aching, full with milk. I'd always been pretty skinny and tall. About 5 foot nine, with long, wavy brown hair. I've always had a decent body and pretty nice little tits., but weren't so little anymore. I hefted them slightly with my arm to alleviate the strain. If Dad wouldn't have me back, I just don't know what I would do!

Just then the door opened, dad was in his comfies, and as he looked through the screen door, he let out a surprised gasp. "Tracy!" He cried out.,"My god what are you doing here! You're soaking wet! Quick let's get you and the baby inside."

I was still crying and babbling about how I was sorry and about how her mom had finally kicked me out. I told him about the drugs, and how I should've believed him. He quickly grabbed some towels, took my things, and begin drying me off, all the time comforting me, and reassuring me that everything would be OK.