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"Let me go you freak!" I screamed. "No!" "Yes please. I promise, I won't tell anyone about anything. Just let me go!" I started crying. "Maybe...let's make a deal." He whispered.
Part 2 Despite the warning Kit couldn't back down, wouldn't. She kicked hard. Her foot connected with his shin. To Jonathan's surprise he clutched his stomach.
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then the saint turned out so evil I don't know why i'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new...
she screamed "no". it broke the silence. it was sharp like shooting a window with a pistol. it shattered the eerie quietness. the quietness of everyone looking away.
Come closer, darling Don't be afraid, precious Yes, things are falling But it's okay You're here with me now Curled up in my arms.
Neck strung with cold and stretched sinew, creaked swing in rope of bloodied blue. Stool, three legged, in drunken trip, I kicked deliberately, escaping you.
The slap that turned my face dark red A crimson blush from mouth to ear Was the spark that drew me to To a place, far from here A slap that ended callous words Words that stung, like acid...
CHAPTER 12 I couldn't concentrate. I kept cursing Max's name. "Shut up Katrina." I growled, even though she hadn't said anything. She looked at me.
Hey, Its a little short but, Here is chapter 9. Enjoy guys... Chapter 9 Ouch. My head hurt and I was disorientated. I looked around, I was in a room. A white room. Oh god am I dead. No I’m not.
So we fought. You left me all alone. Now I'm in the bathroom. On the floor. Doors closed and locked. Just like my heart now. My eyes are red and puffy. My cheeks are wet. From all your insults.
You came inside and stunk of HER, Perfume-laden, with a lusty purr, Acting sweet as if you're good, Doing what a HUSBAND should...
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware. Chapter III may not be so pleasant.
*Inspired by the Martina McBride song* I carefully pull on the dirty cotton dress from the second hand store, pulled on by my hands many more times than twice.
Chapter 2 My two older sisters Kristina and Arlana shared a room at the opposite end of the hall. Kristina was the oldest. She was eight and Arlana was seven . I was the baby.
Right now I seem joyful and full of glee, but I will never forget what you did to me. I'll never understand why you continued to cause me so much pain, Even after knowing that I was going insane.
Home has started to feel rather full lately, with me sharing space with not only the Master and Mistress but also rabbits, gold-fish, birds, a boisterous dog and a monkey, of all things.
The droplets of water reverberate inside the room. The thick silence, interrupted by the periodic descending of the water into the stainless sink, made me go crazy.
Nick and I were laying in bed until we heard a knock at the door. "I'll get it." Nick said as he got off of the bed. "Ok." I yawned tiredly. I was shocked at what I saw.
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 3 ~~~ He came out of his shower clean shaven, smelling fresh and no blood anywhere. Only a black eye. "Your such a bitch, You know that?" I smiled and shrugged.
I need to get out,of this place I call home. With its filth and its clutter It would make a queen stutter Where children are slaves,and I swear earth has nicer caves.
When I awake,. I see your face,. Lit by a dull, white light,. I taste the gag,. Around my mouth,. How I put up a fight,. A long, deep gash,. Falls short of wrist,. I see knife on the floor,.
She weighs it all out perfectly; Butter, sugar, flour, Smashes the eggs into the mix And beats it fast and hard.
I woke to the sound of horse shoes clicking along the London cobbles, the background music of my life.
I tensed my body, as the heavy vase exploded over my head, dark dots swam in and out of my blurring vision.