She seems determined to demolish me. For the moment, at least, I have been able to keep the real me tucked away inside, injured and suffering, but not...destroyed. But I'm not confident I can continue to protect the old me, the real me, from the horrible things I'm being forced to do now. That fact and how it bodes for my future scares me nearly as much as Reggie does.The two men took a break to recuperate. It takes them longer than it does the boys Reggie usually feeds us to at her house after. “You need to start being a little less hostile towards your sister, Mark! She’s 2 years older than you and she has straight A’s! You’re 15 for Christ’s sake! Just think, in a year’s time she’ll be off at college just like your older brother and then it’ll just be YOU. How will I ever learn to trust you before then?!” Angrily, I slammed the door in her face, already thinking about plans to sneak out and who to meet up with. My good buddy Phil from school was hosting a huge President’s day. Di said that was a lot of alcohol. But she had no idea about my capacity to drink.From now on, I will refer to Muskan as Muskan DiMuskan Di: That’s enough. You had a lot of drinks.Me: No, Di, you forgot it’s a date, and we are supposed to have fun. Don’t be a buzz killer.Muskan Di: The date is over, big boy. It’s time for you to go to sleep.I didn’t respond and had one more peg. This time, it was a 90 ml neat. Di was shocked, and she tried to stop me. But before she could say anything, I. You are now lying on your back, knees bent, arms tied behind you and the water is now hitting your chest. You angrily yell, “WHAT THE FUCK?” As you struggle to get up. I yell over you, “Yeah, what the FUCK is right…that’s exactly what I was thinking when you barreled your ass in here!” I get down on my knees in front of your knees and I pull your legs toward me as I observe you trying to get back up. I push you back down and yell, “Your not going anywhere asshole! Telling me.