Page 26 of Bad Girl's Club

I was nervous, to say the least, but I was happy to do something different. We had our first school break and I wanted to get off campus. I was tired of being cooped up in the dorm, but I was okay enough to know that I needed a change of scenery.

We arrived at the restaurant and the aroma was intoxicating! We did another round of rock paper scissors and added a few appetizers. He won and chose fried pickles and wings. It didn’t matter who won–it was delicious!

Chloe: We need to talk. It’s important.

Star: I’m on a date. It’ll have to wait.

Chloe: Please stop hating me.

Star: I’m sure you can message my dad or my uncles.

Chloe: STOP! I’ve begged you to forgive me. I’ve offered to do everything and anything to get you to forgive me. Now, please!

Star: Do you have a hot father and uncles I can fuck?

Chloe: Ew.

Star: Did y'all ever confess everything to my mother?

Chloe: They’re swingers. They literally have sex with others as part of their relationship.

Star: I’m on a date. It’s rude to text.

I threw my phone back into my purse. I didn’t want Kale to feel left out, so I briefly explained.

“Chloe wants to talk. Just told me my parents were swingers and wanted me to forgive everything. But I can’t. I don’t even want to be in the same building as them, let alone know her,” I sighed. It hurt to even think about my parents sleeping with others, let alone with what my father did to me. How fucking insensitive.

I did a paternity test on my father and me. I didn’t believe him. I felt more and more disgusted by the fact that he took my virginity. Kale didn’t seem too fazed by it.

“Maybe you should hear her out?” Kale was always genuine with his actions. His blue eyes and black hair complimented his good nature, but this was one thing I didn’t want him to disagree with me on.

I sighed loudly. I wasn’t going to let her ruin our date. I felt myself falling for him at an unstoppable speed, but the more I felt myself falling, the more I pulled myself back.

It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him. I just didn’t trust life at this college. I needed to get the hell away.

I heard a ding on my phone. I knew instantly it was an email notification. I disregarded it and continued to enjoy my time with Kale. We had a two-hour drive to the skydiving arena, and I was already freaking out about it.

The local Air Force base was raising money for a hospital or something, and we decided we would support the cause. “Let’s give ourselves a heart attack for the sake of others’ lives!” I said to him when he brought up the idea. What’s the worst that could happen, right?

During the drive, I fell asleep. Kale was a good driver, and I knew I was safe with him. The solace I received from Kale was unparalleled to anything I’ve felt recently. Everything I thought I knew about my parents was a lie. My new friend was a liar. I just wanted to believe in the good in everyone.

I woke up at Groveton in the Science Lab. I was surrounded by all of the professors and Dean Groveton. We were all writing down our bucket lists. My list was simple: Get away from here, travel the world, go backpacking in Europe, and write a book. I was the only female. I laid down on the main lab table and the professors started poking and prodding on me. I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I was their science experiment. Father came up to me and said, “Astara, you’re my favorite student at this college. You always learn and never stray from being a good girl. I want you to have my daughter.” I gasped at his words, “Why would I have your daughter? I’m your daughter. That’s just gross!”

He paraded around my body as his colleagues followed him. I was a sacrifice for their ritual. Nothing made sense, yet everything did.

“Do you like how the professors are worshiping your body, Astara?” Father said.

“It’s a bit unusual, but I guess I can get used to this. If he would focus on the arches of my feet, I might be able to relax.” I joked. They circled me again, doing their own little chants, a seduction serenade.

“You’re so beautiful. You’ll make beautiful children for us to add to our next generation of bad girls.”

“Your daughter will be the perfect addition for us to perfect and break in.”

“What? My daughter wouldn’t go to Groveton. And I’m not having any of your children!” I screamed. I needed to get on birth control immediately.

“With all of us in the room, it’s ironic for us to ask you this, but who’s your daddy?” My father asked. I sat up and looked at all of the professors. I had features of all of them. Who was my father? Did my mother do this same ritual when she was in college?

Who was my father? It wasn’t Dimitri. So, he claimed.

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