A Life on the Run Just a little after her sixteenth birthday, Jessie ran away from home. Her mother was a drunk who was usually so plastered that she staggered around the house in her baggy house dress, falling over the furniture till she passed out. Her father was abusive, not sexually but he often hit her and pushed her around and verbally abused her. He frequently brought other women home to fuck while his wife was passed out on the couch. He did not pay any attention to his daughter being around. Several times she had seen him roughly throat fucking some slut that had come home with him till she gagged on his cock while he held her by the hair so she could not pull away. One time she saw him drag her mother's limp body off the couch and rub her face in the cum dripping pussy of the whore that he had just fucked. Finally Jessie had had enough and she told her parents that she was leaving. Neither one of them seemed to care. She packed a big backpack and gathered up all the money she had saved. Her mother and father watched her walk past them and out the door without saying a word. Jessie was a cute girl. She was petite and trim, only 5-2" tall and weighing 101 pounds. She had shoulder length brown hair. It was not long ago when she had had to buy new bras because she now need a B-cup. She was an OK student and never caused any trouble. She was quiet and a little on the shy side with no really close friends. Jessie knew where there was a tree house at the back of a big lot. The people with the boys that had played in the tree house had sold the house to an older couple that never went back there, so that was where she stayed. She would go to a fast food restaurant nearby for breakfast and to clean up. She ate lunch at school and when she ate supper, it was fast food again, often at the mall. Jessie had a couple of blankets, an orange crate for a table and a battery operated lantern for light. …the next moment changed everything
