He saw me and ran at me with a look of fury on his face. I ran to my left then angled round him to provide some space and then he was on me. He was no... subtle, he used his huge fists like hammers, trying to hit my face and upper body. I kept moving backwards and blocking and dodging his swinging fists. I could smell alcohol on him and I could see his eyes were bloodshot in the light from the street light. One of his wild swings caught the top of my left arm and I could feel it go numb almost. Oh, fuck! What have I done? How do I explain this? I put the panties under my pillow and got dressed. There was no way I was going downstairs to face her. Instead I decided to play the X-Box. I heard my dad and sister come home. An hour later, I was called for dinner. We were all sitting around the dinner table. I tried to catch my step-mum's eye to see if I could judge how she was feeling. But she never looked in my direction. After dinner, my sister and I did the dishes. Mum and dad were in. The red welt began to darken and soon a trickle of bl**d ran down my side onto my hip and follow the furrow of my thigh and disapear into my crotch. As I watched, this somehow injected a darker eroticism into the scene, similar to having a sharp leather tawes drawn across my naked torso and causing swelling and draw bl**d, with each smack of the belt. I stood upright again, surveying the rooftops looking for men looking and found myself wanting there to be at least one person having fun.. .." Helenfrowned but realised that she could neither force me nor shock me-therewere too many people around. "I understand. Let's go home." I smile alittle on the inside...she's easier to manipulate than I'd feared.Returning home, I was ordered to a chair and started leafing throughmagazines (again). I thought life would get better, until "Mom" startedquizzing me on Amber's crushes. She had so many, and they changed sooften. I ended up getting almost every question wrong. I knew I'd pay.