So Daddy was home most of the time when I came home of school, working in his studio. I became his cunt,his slave his slut quickly-his way was hard ...nd fast. I think I was born a masochist. I was a cutter with low-esteem. I even cut myself so bad, last yr I ended up in the hospital from blood lose and drug overdose fm "mother's alittle helpers"- I was the perfect victim. I was having a horrible day, I was walking home, mad that I missed the bus and my boyfriend wanted to see other girls,. I wanted to stay, but I wasn’t ready for what that meant. I smiled thinking about Mr. F. He called me a beauty. I guess that was one thing older guys have, they appreciate you. Well, I think I’d had my fill of Mr. F for a while. Wow, that was a bad pun. I smirked.Brian was nice to me at breakfast and Mom asked me where I’d been. I told her about the movies, but left out he part about Phil. She seemed happy that I was treating myself to some fun with my earnings. I had almost $400 in my pocket. "Ezra shrugged and gave a raffish grin. "Yeah, well. He was asking for it. And he can't go messin' with ya like that."Lydia sighed and took a sip of her coffee. "Well, I don't like it," she said firmly. "I don't want people fighting over me." It wasn't a fight," Ezra replied and adjusted his T-Shirt. "I just told him what would happen if he messed with you again."Ezra glanced over at Susan and greeted her. "Are you two going to be OK if I go for a wander around Manchester?" Susan asked. "Or are. Even at seventeen woman better described the beauty. Besides being tall, Cassidy possessed curves that stopped many a man in their tracks. She could easily enter a bar without being carded. The only give-away of her true age would be the innocence in her smile. Not that any bouncer would notice that, they would be too enamored by her other 'assets'.What assets they were! Rosa sighed again as she unconsciously placed her hands onto her own tiny bumps; they couldn't even be called breasts..