I could feel his eyes on me through the peephole, and I wondered if he would be pleased, or disappointed. The door opened and I held my breath. Then I...saw him and our eyes met. “Are you Brian?” I asked in my best female voice. He nodded and started to smile. “I’m Danielle,” I said brightly with a smile. He smiled and invited me in shutting the door behind me. He was the perfect gentlemen and offered to take my coat as he led me into his room. It was quite nice, and I thanked him. His room had a. I lose privacy privileges again a few days later. I smashed the mirror in the bathroom and cut a wrist with a shard.I’m not suicidal, but I do have a masochistic streak, it would seem.I tell myself it’s to annoy him, to damage the goods so that when he’s finally used me up and returned me to my father, Dad can see the physical toll.Secretly I just want to see what he’ll do.In the initial minutes, he’s rough with me. He catalogues the immense flow of blood flowing from my wrist, the puddle at my. ..by Lesley Renee CharlesChapter 8I guess I should fill you in on my family. I am the middle son, I guessnow the only daughter of my parents. I have an older and younger brotherwho fit the more stereotypical role of male. I was always on the moredelicate and feminine side which of course drove my father.My father, Samuel Smith, is a man's man. He likes to workout in the gym.He loves to fix and repair cars. He is into Football, Baseball andSoccer. He played them while he was in school. He. Plus, youtwo were pretty bombed when we came in. I guess I just wasn'texpecting it...thanks for cleaning the table though." He gave Allie akiss on the forehead and then stopped. "Was that Jon and Courtney?" I sent them to one of the guest rooms. I assume that was OK?" Alliefiddled with her fingers.Chloe smiled, still in Allie's dress but with bare feet, which botheredme. "Thanks, Allie. You're the best," and then she kissed her. Andignored me."So Tom and I were talking," which got a look.