Attempting Escape from This Shit Town

Morgan

This town sucked. There was nothing for me here. How could I feel like I was at a dead end when I was only 20? I graduated high school last year, and with no college in town, and piss-poor grades to get a scholarship to go somewhere else, I was stuck trying to find a job here with just my diploma. I’d searched for the past year with no luck.

Okay, maybe I was too picky. But I didn’t want to be stuck in a dollar store job for the rest of my life! I needed something besides a brain-numbing retail job to give me purpose. Other girls in my class either went away to school, or got married and were working on babies. That wouldn’t be a bad option, but when it came to guys in this town, it was slim pickings. All the boys I went to school with were idiots, losers, or taken. None of them were worth the bother, but maybe in the big city I’d find someone worth dating. Someone who was big and strong, like my daddy, who could take care of me like I deserved.

I sighed, and pushed my dinner around on my plate. Daddy raised an eyebrow, and dropped the car mag he’d been reading.

“What’s got you so down, baby?”

I sighed again. Dramatic, I know, but this town really did suck. I shoved my almost empty plate away in a huff.

“I hate it here, Daddy. I want to go somewhere where I can either find a decent job or find a decent man to wife me up. This town’s got nothing.”

Daddy’s ridiculously handsome face struggled not to smile. “Maybe you’re not looking in the right place. What you need might be right under your nose.”

I rolled my eyes and dropped my head to my folded arms on the table. Then I had an idea and popped my head up.

“Will you loan me money to take a bus to Lawrencetown and maybe some rent money? I’m sure I can find a job or a man there in no time!”

Daddy bit his lip. He was trying not to laugh, and it was pissing me off.

“No, baby, but I have something else in mind for you. You just need to be patient.”

Patience was not my strong suit.

“But I’m bored! I need work or a baby, either one will do. Come on, Daddy! Help a girl out!”

Now he did laugh, and I walked away from the table, slamming my bedroom door behind me.

Jonas

Morgan had no idea what I had planned. She wasn’t wrong about this town offering few opportunities. She didn’t have any skills for a job that wasn’t retail, and I knew she wasn’t interested in boys her age. What she needed was a mature man who would love her, take care of her, and breed her. A house full of kids would keep her busy enough, and she had a natural affinity for children. I’d seen it when she was around my sister’s kids, and that’s what gave me this idea. Morgan’s mom hadn’t been in the picture since she was five. She ran off with a business owner from the city, chasing a more exciting life and leaving me and Morgan in the dust. I wondered if Morgan was hoping to find her mom there.

I’d thought about whether I knew anyone I could set Morgan up with. Anyone would be lucky to have her. She’d grown into a sexy, curvy woman, though she wasn’t always acting like one. He’d have to be someone I trusted with my greatest treasure, who would treat her like I did, like she was everything to him. The only person I could think of like that, though, was me.

And why shouldn’t it be me? Guaranteed I wouldn’t ever step out on her with another woman, or leave her. Morgan was my whole focus in life since she was born, and I hadn’t even dated since her mom left. I just had to expand her role in my life to include lover and baby momma.

I knew she wouldn’t get on board willingly, at least not at first. I was hoping to make her come so often, she’d be too cock-drunk to think about leaving. To do that, she’d have to be stuck here with me for a while, until I could work my magic on her pussy. For sure, she’d stay once she knew she was pregnant.

I’d been saving up annual leave at work for the last year, since I’d started kicking this idea around, and this weekend would be the launch date. I had up to six weeks to knock her up and make her realize she couldn’t live without my dick. Every time I thought about it, I got so hard I had to rub one out. I couldn’t wait to get her curvy little body naked. Everything was ready, just one more day of work, and Friday night I’d be tying her to my bed.

Morgan

Daddy had no sympathy for my situation at all. I thought he loved me! What the heck did he have in mind? I bet it was a terrible sounding job at his office. Accounting. Shoot me. That wasn’t what I wanted for my life at all. I kicked a pillow around my room, getting my frustrations out on anything that wasn’t breakable. Even Mr. Wiggles, the hippo stuffy I’d had since I was three, wasn’t safe from my anger. I tossed him against the wall, then freaked out when I thought I saw a stray fluff pop out of him. Damn it, Morgan! Mr. Wiggles didn’t deserve that.

I poked through the tin on my dresser, and counted out all the money I had left. All my birthday and Christmas cash from Daddy and Aunt Jennie was in there. There used to be more, but I really wanted this expensive pink bracelet I saw at the mall, and bought it only to have the clasp break within a week. See? Everything in this town sucked.

There was $85 in that tin. Maybe it would be enough for a bus ticket, and I’d figure out where to stay once I got there. I would ask Daddy for a ride, but I knew he’d say no. I shoved the money in my wallet, and put together a backpack of clothes. I didn’t need a ton. I was sure I’d do great, and I could come back for more stuff once I was raking in cash. That would show Daddy. I’d be making more than him in no time. I set the bag on the floor, ready to take tomorrow. I got into a nightie, flopped on my bed, and doom-scrolled until I fell asleep.