Something Very Wrong

I was adopted by a very devout Christian couple, which could mean a lot of things depending on what denomination you're most familiar or comfortable with. I didn't know Christianity was divided by denomination until I started going to a Christian school half way through my 7th grade year.
Our church was in the midst of a revival which included nightly services, of which my mother attended while laying on a cot, believing that God would heal the ruptured disc in her back. My father was the head usher and (like always) constantly singing praise songs, instilling God's truth upon us, (not so randomly) fasting, and always believing for God fearing children.

So here I was, a homeschooler, "on fire for God" at a new school who believed me to be a radical (epiphany), but my parents couldn't be prouder. God had such big plans for me. pfft...
Soon after, I realized something was seriously wrong. I was 12 years old and I had always been close to my dad. I loved to watch and help as he demonstrated great skill and perfectionism in all of the not so little projects he was always working on around the house. I was a sponge for all the knowledge he had to bestow. But sometimes our time together was too close.

It was my turn to accompany him on a business trip. My sister did when she was my age, my brother would at my age, it was my turn. I knew what would happen. Gee would take my virginity. He already had my innocents, and now he was going to take my virginity. I think he realized it too. I didn't go. I cautiously told my mom I didn't want to go. While on that trip, my dad told my mom he had something he needed to talk to her about. It involved me. I watched her react to him across the phone line. I knew what he was talking about. Just as I reach the age to put all this together. Just as I realized how really wrong the nights he stayed in my room to "pray" actually were, I also realized that everyone was about to find out.