Chapter One.

"My,oh my,why would you want to hurt yourself Lorelie?" Mrs. McConnell stated worridly. "My father..." I wept. " Did he hurt you?" No response. "Touch you?" Asked Mrs. McConnell urgently. I tensed. "What do you think"!" She exploded. " He was a raging alcoholic who had a perverse fantasy for young girls!" I snapped. I looked out the window, a silent tear traveling down my face.