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 How Did It Begin?  By onemadvagabond Chapter 8

   I got up earlier than usual the next morning with the hope of catching
Ashley before she snuck out for the day.  She knew that I was beyond
pissed, yet she continued with her sick game.  Blood being thicker than
water obviously held no meaning to her.  Just how sick, I would soon learn.

   I wanted the rest of the information about what Ashley had done to
Emily. I wanted to know what kind of dirt she could have gotten that would
cause Emily to keep doing what she's told.  What had happened the day and
night before had to be something big.  They were gone most of the day and
night doing who knows what.  One more thing I needed was not only an idea
how to get back at her, but stop her as well.

   It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon before I finally heard from
Emily.  Telling me I could come to her house as soon as I was ready, and to
let myself in when I arrived.  That was, if I still wanted to know what she
had not put in her diary.  She sounded different.

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   I walked through the front door of the Erickson home at one thirty.  It
might have been a little cruel to wait that long, but I wanted to make her
sweat a little as I was pretty sure Emily thought I would hurry right over.
I ignored her mother as she asked me from the living room on my way past if
she could speak with me before I went upstairs.  I reached for the handle
of Emily's bedroom door and paused, taking a deep breath before entering.

   Upon opening the door, I half expected to find her still in bed and
still under the covers.  Emily was sitting at the head of her queen size
four poster bed clutching one of her stuffed animals in her hands, holding
it between her legs.  What surprised me most was the fact that she was not
dressed as a slut.  In place of an outfit from her new wardrobe, she wore a
pair of sweat pants and a loose fitting t-shirt of mine that I had given
her a few months prior.  I had to catch myself before telling her to give
my shirt back.  The first thing out of my mouth was every bit as cruel
though.

   "No slut clothes today?" I asked, causing her to visibly cringe.

   Emily's long wavy hair was draped around her face, hiding it from my
view.  She pulled her knees up, clutching the stuffed animal to her chest.
It was then that I heard her crying softly.  Not the light crying that I
had seen several times in the past few days with a few tears that you
weren't sure were real, but actual make your body quiver crying.  From the
way she had acted since I had found out about what was going on, I knew
that this was something else.  I was sensing that something bad had
happened the night before.

   Not entirely sure how to react, I hesitantly made my way to her bed and
sat down next to her.  Emily immediately released her hold on the pillow
and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face against my shoulder.  I
slowly wrapped my arms around her and held her tight as her body was
wracked by even stronger sobs as her tears began to soak into my shirt.  I
slid my hand up her back with the intention of holding the back of her head
against my shoulder.  As my hand reached her neck, I realized that she
still had that choker on.  It was moments later that I heard the bedroom
door being softly closed.

   According to the clock on her nightstand, it took nearly twenty minutes
before Emily began to calm and hers tears to subside to a slow trickle.  I
waited a few more minutes before speaking.

   "What did they do to you yesterday Em?" I asked quietly in her ear.

   She did not answer right away.  Instead, Emily let go her hold on me and
reached over for a tissue to wipe her nose and dry her eyes that seemed to
be about cried out.  After going through more than one tissue she put her
hands in her lap and began to play with the hem of the t-shirt.

   "They," she began, but paused to take a deep breath.  "I'm not sure I
can tell you Evan.  I wish I could say I hated it, but...I don't want you
to hate me Evan.  Please tell me you won't hate me," she said, as tears
threatened to flow once more.

   `She really did like the sex.  With all the crying she must really be
afraid of losing me as well,' I thought while trying to figure out my next
move.  "Does your mom know?" I asked.

   "Yes, and she knows I'll do whatever it takes to keep Ashley from
following through with her threat" she said quietly.  "I think maybe it
would be best if you talked to my mom about it.  I just don't think I can
tell you about it, Evan.  I would rather you hear it from her."

   "Does she know everything?  Because I think I should be told everything,
Emily," I said as I placed my right hand lightly on her leg below her knee.
"What about this threat from Ashley?  What the hell is that about?"

   "Talk to my mom Evan, and please don't hate me.  I was just trying to
help my mom and dad, but your fucking sister," she hissed that last part
out, "your fucking sister is a real bitch who doesn't care who she hurts."

   "I know, Emily.  I know," I replied with a light squeeze to her leg as I
stood up.  "We'll discuss her later," I said turning away from her and left
her room to go speak with her mother.

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   I found Patricia on the couch in the living room.  I walked in and sat
down in the recliner across from her.

   "Emily won't tell me what happened last night Patricia," I told her,
amazed at myself by how calm I was.  "She wants you to tell me what's going
on.  I think I know everything except what happened last night, and how you
and her father fit into all of this.  You can start with what the two of
you did to cause this fucked up situation."

   She didn't even hesitate before speaking.  "Evan, are you familiar with
the term swingers?"

   "Yeah, sure, it's where couples get together and have sex with one
another.  What about it?"

   "Emily's father and I belong to a swingers group of sorts, just two
other couples, the Fawler's and the Millers.  We only got together once or
twice a month, no big deal really.  Well, about five months ago, we got
together at the Miller's house on a Saturday night.  John and Angie's
daughter Amy was supposed to be spending the night at a friend's house, but
they had a fight and she came home," she paused, taking a sip from the
glass of wine she had on the coffee table next to the half empty bottle.

   "Amy walked in the front door and surprised the hell out of us.  Well,
she surprised four of us.  You need to know that a few months before that
night John and Angie talked all of us into a little role play.  Myself,
Angie Miller and Sherry Fawler would pretend to be teenagers for our
husbands.  What we didn't know though, was that John and Angie had been
having sex with Amy for almost a year, beginning a few months after her
fifteenth birthday," Patricia paused again, finishing what was left in her
glass.  She picked up the bottle uncorking it, filling the glass to near
overflowing.

   "The other thing we didn't know was the role play that they talked us
into was to get us accustomed to the idea of Amy joining in.  When she
walked through the door seeing us, she just stopped and stared at us with a
big smile on her face.  `Can I join in?' she asked us.  John told his
daughter that it was OK with him and her mother, but she would have to ask
the rest of us how we felt about it.  Sherry and I had no idea what to say,
but our husbands said they wouldn't mind at all if she joined in.  Angie
took Sherry and me aside and explained to us how her and her husband had
gotten involved with their daughter.  She assured us that Amy was the
instigator, and with the help of the alcohol we had consumed along with a
little persuasion, we agreed," she paused again looking at me.

   "So let me guess.  Ashley found out that your husband was fucking Amy
and used that to blackmail you and you gave up your daughter to protect
yourselves?  Real fucking nice," I said raising my voice.  "So how the hell
did Ashley find out?  Did Amy tell her or what?"

   I was getting pissed off all over again.  It's not like an adult having
sex with a minor was new to me.  We had an art teacher in our school that
had had sex with a couple of students.  Most people thought it was a rumor.
She lived next door to my friend Brett, and he and I saw a couple of
juniors leaving her house one day.  What else could they have been doing
there?  To give up your own daughter to save your own ass was a whole
different ballgame altogether.

   She continued again before I could say anything else.  "The only reason
that Ashley found out was because Amy couldn't go a single night without
fucking her dad.  The way Amy tells it, she and Ashley were having a
sleepover at Amy's.  In the middle of the night, Amy got up and went to her
parent's room, thinking Ashley was asleep.  Maybe she was, maybe she
wasn't, I don't know.  Either way, Ashley witnessed Amy and her father
having sex.  When she confronted Amy about it, she told Ashley everything.
That was when Ashley came up with her plan," another pause, another big
drink of wine.

   "Ashley pressured Amy into telling her the next time all of us would be
together and with Amy's help, she got it all on video.  I don't know if you
know this or not, but Mike has had the hot's for Emily for a long time. 
Ashley did know it though.  The little slut started sleeping with Mike and
talked him into going along with her plan by convincing him that Emily
would be his if he helped her out.  Mike didn't love my daughter like you
do though Evan.  Of course, that's pretty obvious isn't it?" She continued
before I could say anything.  "With Mike in, she then went to work on his
father, using the video and the promise of more underage pussy if he would
go along with her plan.  It turns out that Bob would have helped her with
just the promise of more underage pussy," she took another drink of the
wine.

   If she were not drunk by that time, she was well on her way.

   "So what the hell happened last night then?"

   "In a minute, Evan, please.  First, you need to know that we did not
sell our daughter out to save ourselves.  Before Ashley confronted me and
my husband she had talked Bob into introducing a little role play into our
couple's weekends.  That was where the choker came from.  We were all
having a little fun with that until the day Emily showed up with a choker
around her neck as well.  Her father and I didn't understand at first.  It
was the day after her birthday."

   "Emily told us that Ashley had shown her the video and unless Emily did
whatever Ashley wanted, she would give the video to the police.  She wanted
to know how the hell we could have done what we did, so we told her the
whole story, and let her talk to John and Angie.  Emily actually believed
that she was saving two sets of parents since Ashley had cut out the part
with Bob and Sherry on that copy of the video.  Nick and I tried to talk
her out of it but she wouldn't listen, and before we knew it, Emily was no
longer our sweet innocent daughter.  Ashley told her that once Emily had
had sex with all of your friends and destroyed your relationship with Emily
it would all be over.  Ashley went back on that deal, and Emily reluctantly
kept doing what she wanted." She downed the last of her glass, and promptly
poured another.

   All of the anger was coming back to me.  I still wasn't sure how, but
Ashley was going to pay.  "Why the hell did she write all that other stuff
in her diary then?  That's not how she wrote about it happening at all
Patricia.  What the fuck?"

   "You'll have to ask her that Evan, I don't know why."

   "Fine, but after everything she's done, what the fuck could have Emily
as upset as she is now?" What the hell did Ashley do to Emily last night
Patricia?  She told me she wishes she could tell me she didn't like it, but
she's scared to death to tell me.  What happened?" I demanded.

   "Ashley was working yesterday, but had told Mike what she wanted to have
happen.  When we left yesterday, Mike gave me directions to Brett's house.
When we got there, he took us straight inside and downstairs.  We had
thought that it would be the same group of guys there, but when we reached
the basement, well, Ashley had set us up to be gangbanged.  All of your
friends," I gave her a dirty look, "sorry Evan, your former friends were
there, along with ten other guys that Emily said are in Ashley's grade.  We
were there until almost nine o'clock."

   "That fucking bitch.  I can't fuckin' believe this shit," I yelled and
started to stand.

   "Wait, Evan there's more," she told me, holding her hand up.  I fumed
for a moment before slowly returning to the chair.

   "How much more could there possibly fucking be, Patricia?  I mean
fucking hell, my girlfriend and her mom got gangbanged by like fifteen
fucking guys last night, and if that wasn't enough, you tell me `wait, Evan
there's more," I snapped.

   She took another large pull from her wine glass.  "Emily really didn't
want to tell you about what happened next, but after talking with her we
decided that you needed to know just how messed up your sister really is,
Evan.  When we got home, Mike told us that we weren't done just yet.  He
took us to his house.  His father had talked John into inviting Sherry over
for the night to stay with them for a threesome.  Sherry does not know
what's going on and Bob wants to keep it that way.  Ashley was there
waiting for us when we got there." `Ashley was there' I thought.  Ashley
must have snuck out after coming home the night before.  "Emily and I
thought that it was going to be just a little mini orgy with the five of
us. They had us go take showers before we started.  Everything was somewhat
normal until almost midnight."

   She paused again, that time without taking a drink of wine and
continued. "Bob and his dirty little son grabbed me and tied me to a chair
as Ashley left the room.  When she came back she had their dog Buster with
her," she stopped.  Tears were streaming down her face now.  She didn't
have to tell me anymore.  I already knew what had happened.  "Evan,
they..."

   "I know Patricia.  I don't need to hear it," I interrupted her, sounding
much calmer than one would expect upon learning that their girlfriend had
been forced to fuck a dog.  "Emily enjoyed it though didn't she?" I asked
her as I stood up on slightly weak knees.  "That's what she meant when she
told me she wished she could tell me that she hated it right?" I already
knew the answer though.  My girlfriend had been fucked by a dog, and she
had liked it.  To be continued