When my father's affair with an employee was discovered, my mother left me behind and ran away. My father would drink and complain all the time, and after about a year he crawled into my bed, saying he was lonely. I knew it was strange, but I couldn't refuse because I felt sorry for my father as he played with my body while lamenting. When the store eventually went bankrupt and I had no income, my father asked me to start prostitution. "It's only until I find another job. Mom will be back soon." My father happily accepted the payment I received from being raped by a strange old man and patted me on the head. One of the customers was the father of a classmate, so rumors spread around school and I started being bullied. My father patted my head again, laughing, saying, "If it's too hard, just quit school. You'll earn more if you do." From then on, my father raped me almost every day, had sex with the old man, and I gave him money many times, but my mother never came home. "It must have been hard. If you don't like it, you can run away. I'm on your side." The man I just met hugged me and patted my head. I was surprised, and a little happy. That's right, I don't mind running away. "Okay, I want to go home now." When I mustered up the courage to tell the man, he laughed and said, "That's right, but not today," and pushed me down. I knew it. I'm sure there are only adults like this in my world. I kill Kokoro for my family, just endure, and wait for time to pass. The story of a pitiful girl.