She hopped onto the couch eagerly and rested her head on his warm leg. He ran his fingers through her hair and then gently massaged her neck, most of ...is attention on the television screen. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged further down her back, coming across to her shoulders and then down her side, brushing her breasts. She rolled slightly and, even though he was now aware where his hands had moved, he indulged her and palmed her breast, squeezing it softly and then releasing. Her breathing. Her high, bell-like laugh joins in, creating a fucked up harmony of insanity. “No, it’s not very original, is it? But a girl has to do what a girl has to do.” I can feel her smile, even if I can’t see it. “Yes, of course there’s a catch,” she purrs, reading my mind. “You finally get your turn in the cage.” I’m running before she even finishes, pushing through dense vegetation and oversized flowers that nip at my heels. Everything blurs by in neon waves. The thing about nightmares though,. Eventually Libby had enough. ‘Dad. I am not trying to seduce you. I’m your daughter for Gods sake. I don’t wear a bra when training, it’s too bloody uncomfortable. But you won’t look at me when we are talking. I know now you didn’t reject me when you and Mum split up, but not looking at me does feel like a kind of rejection. I can’t help having tits, they come with being a woman. Please don’t avoid me.’ She was right and I felt so guilty. Ally watched me understanding the conflict in my head.. I shook his head even harder, his chin still in my grip. "What was that!" I asked already knowing the answer. That's when I felt ringing in my ears. Jon slapped me hard across the face. I saw the little lights that shine behind your eyes after someone hits you really hard. I blinked my eyes hard and tried to figure out what the fuck had just happened. I was holding myself up against the wall in the hallway and I could faintly hear Jon yelling at me. "I SAID FUCK YOU!" he screamed at me. "FUCK.