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Abuse - The Points Of View (Part Three)

Harrison

I roll things over in my mind, where should I strike first. I decide on the face. I pull my fist back. Readying myself. I feel a firm grip on the back of my arm.

I turn, surprised and confused. I see a stranger holding my arm. He looks at me grimly. And twists.

I white hot pain shoots up my already crippled arm. I fall to the floor.

Katherine

I feel his disgusting breath on my face, it's engulfing stench makes me gag.

I see him pull back his fist, I ready myself for the strike. But then a hand lands on his arm. He spins, confused.

It's George! He takes Harrison to the floor. I jump across his limp body and clutch George in the tightest of embraces.
"I love you George", I kiss him gently on the cheek.

George

I'd just come back from school. I was on my way home when I saw Katherine and, oh my god, is that Danielle? I hardly notice her under the bruises.

I suddenly see that they're being chased. That limping man. Harrison. I used to drink with him, but he was too rough.

Then it hits me(pardon the pun). I realise what's happening. I knew Harrison was violent, but that's too far.

I rush across the street just as he grabs hold of Katherine, beautiful Katherine. He pulls his hand back to punch her.

I grab his arm, and twist. He falls to the ground, screaming.

Katherine leaps into my arms. She pecks me gently on the cheek. Then she says what I've been waiting to hear since the moment I met her.
"I love you George.

Danielle

No! What is George doing, he's going to hurt him. I crawl across to Harrison.
"Are you okay?.", I whisper to him. He can't hear me.

I crawl closer and closer, bit by bit. I'm nearly touching him now.
"Harris-", I don't get any further. Because then I feel his iron grip, close around my throat.

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Lovin it gettin intence! Next chapter please :)

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