Mrs. Natasha took a trip to London for a business meeting, and Victoria was left in the care of her dad, who had started stealing glances at her physique ever since she attained puberty.

Two days after she traveled, Victoria came back from school to meet her dad, drinking and smoking his cigarette.

"Hey, Daddy, I’m back," she announced tiredly.

“Oh my daughter, I’m glad to have you back.” He danced toward her.

He was drunk, so she shook her head in a taciturn manner and ignored his drama, moving straight to her room.

Victoria had just undressed into a casual miniskirt and an off-shoulder striped top when she had a knock at the door.

“Vickie, daddy wants to have some time with his girl," he said drunkenly.

“I’m not in the mood, Dad”! Besides, you need to get rid of this comic state, or can’t you see you’re stinking drunk? She questioned confusedly.

“Come on, girly, daddy just needs someone to play with.” he took a few steps backward, locked the door and pocketed the keys.

Mr. Fredrick Lawn Eden is Victoria's dad.

A banker who works in one of Diamond Bank's branches in San Franco, New York. A hard-hearted man with so much love for his mother.

His love for his mum always appeared more concentrated than the one expressed to his wife, and this often pissed his wife off.

Mrs. Natasha is Victoria's mum, a very relentless and confident woman.

She is so strong to stupor and beautiful.

Victoria grew up knowing her dad and her mum to be so quarrelsome that it soon became a culture in their home.

Some days, they would settle for a divorce, but soon get over the decision due to the distribution of inheritance and resources.

Vicky had always been daddy's princess, even when she didn’t appreciate his ruthless behavior towards her mum.

Still oozing, Mr. Fredrick took off his shirt and jumped on his daughter on the bed, consumed in lust.

“Dad, what are you trying to do”? She exclaimed.

His eyes turning red and his hands gripping round her waist, she resiliently struggled her way out to just reach the door.

His strength overshadowed hers, and in a jiffy her body was enveloped right beneath him,

She was a virgin,who was only taught about sex in biology classes and randomly stole glances in movie scenes.

She couldn’t imagine being deflowered by her father,

“Dad, please don’t do this”! She cried out.

With kisses rubbing around her neck, she felt the pain.

Her heart raced heavily in disbelief.

In twenty minutes, he was done and back to his senses while she remained wrapped in her blanket, beaming with tears.

“Vickie, I’m sorry”. He managed to speak

“I just missed your mum; I was drunk and thought you were her.”

“I’m sorry to hurt you, my love”.

“Get out”! Vicky shouted in pain.

He shrouded himself with his trousers and shirt.

“I said get out,” she claimed, flinging her lamp-stand at him. And he ran out immediately.

Vicky cried all night in shame and completely lost it.

When her eyes saw the blood stains on the bed cover, her tears flowed in disgust, and she slept all through the remaining day, feeling bitter.

In a dark room, where she saw herself in chains, looking up to see the shadow of men approaching her, coming in like a cloud of darkness.

You are doomed! One of the voices echoed loudly in the shattering laughs of the devil.

She woke up in fear, realizing it was just a nightmare.

Yawning out of bed, she shrugged and reached for her phone.

"Should I tell Mum about this?" She stays silent in her thoughts.

No! Mum won’t take it likely with Dad, and I’m also not going to feel comfortable letting them know about this.

“You don’t have to tell them,” a voice whispered within her.

Yes, that’s right! That’s definitely what I'm going to do. She replied.

Days passed into weeks, and she became a god to her dad, as he was bent on doing anything for her, just to keep the incident out of the reach of her mum’s ears.

Vicky had already started to get over the rape incident, but her body never got over that experience; her hormones were triggered at the sight of any sex movie she watched and the thoughts of how she was defiled.

One moonlit night, she sat on the veranda, and heard her dad.

Vickie, where are you?

“Vickie, I have something for you”.

So she hurried to answer him. Dad stood with one of his hands akimbo and the other holding a gift package.

“Here is something I got for you,” he said, sounding happy.

She took a few steps slowly to take the gift bag and unpack whatever could be inside.

To her surprise, it was a brand-new phone, one of the reigning phones of her time.

She had mixed feelings, not knowing whether to sound happy or inquisitive.

"Dad, how did you get the means to purchase this? You just lost your job."?

"Come on, baby, you don’t need to know where I got this from; besides, I still run my marketing cooperative business," he said. "I will definitely do all I need to do to make you happy, and also make it up to you over the last incident," he added.

"Dad, but you remember mum clearly stated that my phone will only be changed after I’m done with high school."

"You should have just waited, Dad," she sounded a little uncertain.

"Vickie, it’s just one more year to go; besides, you are already an adult". He further convinced her.

No, Dad, I will be eighteen in four months.

“Oh, that’s true, my bad.”

"But still, my baby, you will be an adult in a close time, and as a very considerate dad, I know you will need this phone.

Vicky gave him a tight hug, as he patted her back.

“Thank you so much, Dad,” she said.

“I love you so dearly, my princess,” he passionately replied.

The sun shone bright that noon as Vicky strolled down from school to the bus point.

The environment was so serene that it brought back old memories, the childhood refreshing behaviors of always purchasing ice cream and candies, the teenage love life and friendship betrayals.

Looking around, so much had changed already.

Her phone rang; it was a beep message from Mum.

‘Darling, I’m back.

I can’t wait to see you, my sweetheart.

Her heart leaped in joy, her eyes looking left and right, anxiously waiting for a bus to approach the bus stop.

She got a slight tap from the back; it was Annabel.

"Hey, Vicky, can I join you? She asked in a tiny voice.

“Sure, you can,” Vicky quickly replied.

They both sat there quietly and patiently awaiting the bus.

Vicky was always known as the girl with no single female friend in her college.

Whenever a father or mother asked,

She always shrugged and said," Mum, they are naive, petty and all about nothing other than catching a guy’s attention.

She had experienced betrayals with female friends and opted for the best decision of taking a break from friendship.

Annabel was also one of those petty girls who always boasted about their beauty and attractiveness. She grew more ego when she started dating Eric, the handsome guy in class. What annoyed Vicky most was that she was trying to be friends with her.

A bus alighted from a distance, and Vicky stood up quickly to get away from any conversation that could spring up between them.

On approaching the staircase that leads to the entrance of her home, she could hear the crumbling of the household equipment, the wild shout from Dad and the nagging voices of Mum.

Her legs froze in depression, and for a few minutes she thought deeply.

“For how long will I continue to harbor this shameful side of my life?

As she took a few steps slowly and entered, their voices kept echoing to the roof.

“Fredrick, how could you? Mother shouted.

“Natasha, why won’t I? Our money is my money. Dad responded harshly.

Fredrick, you are an ingrate!

I'm struggling as a hardworking woman to make ends meet for the family, but all you do is just sit back and lavish money as you wish.

How could you purchase a high-class phone for our daughter, who needs to concentrate on her final college exam next year?

How could you stick to your mum's advice to leave your job just because you were implicated? Can't you stand your ground as a man?

Woman! How dare you bring my mother into this? Dad's voice rose in anger.

Mrs. Natasha raised her chest against him in a loud voice.

"You are nothing but a remote"!

Vicky couldn't stand the sight of the whole drama anymore and turned her head straight, heading into her room. The sound of a massive slap made her frightened.

Mrs. Natasha held onto her face with teary eyes, sobbing, and she managed to speak up.

" You slapped me?

"Yes, I did, and I can do it again," Dad affirmed.

"Fredrick, it's over!" I'm filing for a divorce.

"Victoria, get into your room and pack up, we are leaving for good".

Over the countless misunderstandings, the recent divorce pronouncement sounded so different and sure.

Mrs. Natasha had to her throat.

She was flared up in anger, as she ransacked the room and selectively picked up her belongings.

Vicky, unsure of what to do, hugged her from the back to release her tension.

"Mum, it will be fine". She said sobbing.

"My love, I will fight this for you and me, because we deserve better," said Mrs. Natasha.