Hannah and Becca fall prey to evil men Hannah and I had just graduated and had planned a trip to Europe. We wanted to backpack through the continent. My name is Becca, and my parents had said a firm “NO!” to me going, saying it was too dangerous. So, after a lot of negotiations, they
“We don’t do this often enough,” I commented to Jesse as we enjoyed a springtime hike, up in the mountains. The leaves had just started coming back to the trees, and the flowers had just begun to bloom. It was the perfect time to be enjoying the outdoors, especially with the weather warming up.”You’re right,”
This story is pure fiction and was only written after speaking at length with a 19yo girl on MSN Chat; she had a ‘fantasy’ about her father, so I wrote this for her. I know this story is long (4 pages) but I could not bring myself to break it up into chapters. I never
PART 2. A true story from my past. I’m writing this as I remember, names changed, but otherwise as accurate as I could. It had been a few weeks since the camping trip and I was still in shock. I had always been on the quiet side, but now I found myself even more withdrawn.
“So, there I was, all ready for a wild weekend getaway with my dad. We had been planning this adventure for weeks, and I couldn’t wait to get naughty in the wilderness. But before we hit the road, I had to tease my mom a little and see if she wanted to join in on