Thread: Breaking Daughter

Ashley was shocked as her father laid a simple kiss on her lips. He used to kiss her forehead and on the lips as a young girl but never as adult. she stammered as the question was asked, Well..I um..uh.. She didn't know what to say. When he chuckled, she knew that she was in the clear, he was dissappointed but not entirely upset with her. She allowed herself to smile slightly, while she watched him walk over to the picture and commented about how pretty the lovely woman was. Yes, she is. She murmured softly, and turned to look at the picture. deciding to be laconic. Her father must have loved her dearly and missed her even more. The way he looked and the tone he had when he spoke of her only proved this point. She blushed at the compliment and smiled. She never got used to him complimenting her. Dominic told her to take the rest of the night off, and she looked at her book, she still had one and a half more chapters to read. She would finish them tonight before having her fun. Thank you Father, She smiled slightly again. I will be in your room as you have asked at Seven. Sasha hugged him tightly before he left her standing in front of her mothers picture. I wish you were here mother, I need some guidance. She walked back to her book and continued to read. The old grandfather clock struck the half hour. She looked up, it had been three thirty when she had looked at it last. Now it was five. She sighed, between her book and the crackling of the fire, time had gotten away from her. Putting writing down how many pages she read in the journal her father made her keep, she closed the book and stood. Sasha stretched and looked one last time at the picture of her mother before she wandered down the hall to sit in the sun room. A Victorian Gothic style chair was pushed up against the bay window. The sun was beginning to set, and Sasha sat in it, her back straight. Looking around the room she immagined that her mother must have spent some time in this room. She smiled and rose after a few minutes. Above the hearth there was another picture of her mother, this time as a young woman. Sasha walked slowly over and took off her locket, placing it lovingly in front of the picture. Smiling she left the room to take a bubble bath. Two doors down on the left from the reading room was the expansive black and red tiled bathroom. Everything matched the floor, black bathub and red and black towels. Sasha loved to take her baths in this particular room. It had an energy that radiated through it that both comforted her and calmed her. Filling the tub with hot water and adding rose and vanilla bubble bath, Sasha stripped and lowered herself into the water, sighing. Her hair was pulled up in a bun that fanned over her shoulders, making her look both majestically beautiful. Sasha closed her eyes and rapidly fell asleep. The smell of the bubble bath calming her and the water lulling her to sleep was a bad idea, especially since she had an hour and a half left of free time. She was tired. Waking up early in the morning had taken its toll on her. The grandfather clock tolled down the hall seven times. Sasha bolted up right, shivering, the water had gone cold and all the bubbles had left. She stood and drained the tub before rinsing herself off and washing her hair. Drying her hair and body, she rushed to her room. Multitasking had been one of her gifts since childhood, so she now brushed and braided her hair while pulling on the white lacey outfit on her bed. It was only on her way out the door that she realized it was a skimpy little thing ment for lovers. She sighed, now was not the time. Sasha barely ran dow the halls and up the stairs, she steadied her breathing and knocked on the door. Father? May I enter? She asked softly,but audible. Knowing he would be cross with her for not making it in time. Looking down at her clothes again, she felt naked. She waited for a reply.