It cut through me like a knife, drawing me from a deep sleep.“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!”Was she talking about the anal sex we had? If I wok... up after a night of drinking with my butt full of semen, I would probably freak out like she was.Before I could even open my eyes, I felt myself tossed through the air, flying across the room before striking a mirror over Elise’s bureau. I fell to the floor, groaning in pain with my body bruised all over and my back covered in cuts, all while Elise. Her nails and hair are always immaculate and she only wears the big brands and exclusive designs. Her favourite is the Dutch designer Marc Jacobs, who used to be the creative director for Louis Vuitton. But she also likes Fendi, Hermes, Versace, Armani, Dolce & Gabbana, Gucci, Dior, Chanel… She’ll wear all of them, she’s not fussy… And she buys so much, she tends to get invited to the presentations for new collections in Paris and London. You wouldn’t think a woman like that would cook, but to. From the sounds she uttered she was enjoying herself tremendously. "Fuck! Fuck daddy, this is so good! Do it harder, deeper". And so on.I finally managed to move. I went to my room, which is next to Tammy's, sat on my bed and just started crying. I suddenly remembered all my school friends who had ruined families. Families where the husband cheated on his wife and then left or got kicked out, families where the wife cheated and with the same results, and a family where the father is now. I could only hear but not respond. The will to fight was replaced by an overpowering calmness which was taking over me. ‘Is this was death feels like?’All of a sudden, the event before my blackout flashed before me. I remember Cynthia, Carol’s mother, telling me to come home. She was crying bitterly, and that got me worried. I recall getting in my car and driving to her place. I remember stopping at the signal, waiting for the green light to glow when I heard a loud crash, popping of the.