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She grabs me hard her icy hands are like a brand I look at her in surprise she's never rough with me. Her warm brown eyes are filled with fear and ringed with black; her once sloped nose crooked and bloody. I can't help but look at her long thin arms and pale bruised face and know that in a few years this will probably be me. When her grip tightens I look up again she tells that something bad is going to happen and that I need to protect Sam. I already know this. i knew something bad is going to happen when i saw Rob's truck pull up and, i know that as bad as dad gets rob is still worse. i also know i need to protect Sam. I know he's all i have except for her and, I know that he is going to get out of here if it kills me; I have always known that. When I open my mouth to say I knew this she stops me. She hands me a role of money and tells me to keep Sam safe. When She starts to cry, i'm confused she always said never to cry she said that it showed weakness and made you prey. i look up at her expectantly waiting for something instead she just grabs me and pulls me to her chest i can feel the sobs racking her body as she pets my hair down, and whispers that she loves me and that she's sorry. i don't know what she is sorry for but now i'm scared.
When i wake up i try to shake off the memory of that night but when i open my eyes i realise I’m blind. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the dark but they don’t. I'm getting worried now and I
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The revelation causes me to snap just a little i can't help but spit in the fuckers face. Hysteria bubbles through me and I laugh like a deranged animal. I can feel him raise his hand to hit me but he doesn’t; instead he laughs and wipes his face.
Now I know I’m in for it, dad never really cared for my petty games but Rob seemed to live for them. I remember the last time he stopped himself, Sam was never the same after that, but then again neither was
What started out as a visit with his best friend, soon turned into a nightmare for JW Betts. After a disastrous rodeo competition, he decided he needed to take a break from the rigors of rodeo. When he arrived, ready to start relaxing, he was shocked to find a woman, Tonya Raines, hiding in his horse trailer. His situation had quickly gone from bad to worse.
That wretch doesn’t notice the humiliation he had caused me. I feel disrespected, offended and indignant. Overheated body. Tooth crashing one another by the fury caused, meanwhile my hands and foots tensing up.
You ever know that kind of fear? The ice in your veins. She did try to leave, a couple times. One time we made it as far as Phoenix but, we ran out of money and he was calling, begging, his voice thick as honey. I tried everything, I could to convince her, to keep going. I would get a job. We would have a fresh start. But she turned that car around, and drove straight through to daylight. I could feel the planet spinning that night. Did you know that the earth turns at 1,000 miles an hour? Most of the time you can’t tell. But you can always feel it when you are travelling in the wrong direction. That was only a month ago. And right away he started up again. Last night? Okay, you want to hear about last night? He was out as usual and I heard his truck sputter into the driveway. I could tell by the way the gravel crunched under his feet that he was drunk, outa of his mind. Pretty soon I heard voices in their room. Not loud at first, but then there was a slam against the wall and there was silence for a moment. Something was different this time, I could sense it. I rushed to their room and saw him hovering over her, hitting her over and over. She wasn’t even conscious. I
We agree to meet each other at the same time tomorrow, as I walk home, I shiver and I am heavily breathing, the mixed emotions are driving me insane, I know she seems a bit dangerous but there is just something that is urging me to go back for more. Just, the feeling, she is very dark and sadistic and just...
"Mother says dinner is ready," Ellie grinned foolishly, knowing that little interruptions always pushed Monica's buttons. As Monica was saying goodbye to her friend, Ellie popped her head back into the room. "You also need to go pick up Ryland from the Wheeler's house." With that last statement, Ellie Harlind made her way down the stairs of their two floor home. Ryland Harlind was the youngest child of three at eleven years old. Ryland and Monica were as close as siblings could be. Even with their five-year difference, people would think that there was no chance the age difference was over three years.
“Not another one!” I yell. “ I can’t handle this!” They finally see the what I saw.
Dan Howell was often considered the life of the party ever since freshman year. Some people found it charming the way that he would dress, talk and party, others found it distasteful and wild. That didn't matter though, all that mattered to him at the moment was the party that he was at and the drink in his hand. Luckily they had plenty of Dan's favorite drink, willing him to stay at the party longer even when it started to fade out. Right when Dan was about to walk out, his cup in hand someone pulled him back in to play seven minutes in heaven. Not a bad group of people, he thought to himself as his eyes scanned the group of people who were playing. Dan was impressed when he saw Phil Lester sitting right across from him with a smug expression
I walked toward her. and she looked at me I saw the fear in her eyes as she moved away, Don't be afraid I told her, I would never hurt you, And I reached out my head too her and she looked at me and put her hand in mine, and she said I don't understand,
Leela muttered, "Hyacinth ‘Villain with a Cause’ Ioannou." She folded her jacket over the armchair.
Out of nowhere, she told me she liked me. I didn't know what to goddam do, I knew I liked her back but I didn't want to admit it. She waited for me to answer her, I don't know what the hell I was thinking,I got up and left. On my way out, I told her “Meet me at the lake in Central Park tomorrow at 11.” I didn't wait for her to respond. I went back home and this time my dad was home, he didn't even bother to hug me. He just asked me questions that I didn't have the answers to. I didn't listen to him, I was too busy thinking about Jane. But then he punched me. My nose was hurt from before but now the pain was even greater. I couldn't believe he did that. My dad never hit me before. I laid down on the floor bleeding for what seemed like an hour and then I got up and went to the garage. I was a moron to do that. The moment I walked in, so many memories of Allie flooded my mind. I started crying, I tried to stop but I couldn’t. I looked at the small mirror next to the door and I saw Allie. I freaked out and fell right on my head. Next thing I knew, I was in the hospital and Phoebe was lying down next to me. She looked so calm and pretty,I wish you could have seen her. But then she woke up, she gave me a hug. Usually I would have pushed her away because I don't like hugs or people feeling sorry for me but I let it go. This time I needed that hug. The doctor came into the room. He wanted to know how I felt and what had happened. I told him, I heard the
At the time, I had known Jedd 5 years. He was my best friend. Perhaps it was strange but I considered him more of a brother to me than my actual sibling. We had a form of familiarity that you only see in movies. A real “Bridge to Terabithia” type of bond, filled with imaginary fairies and dreams of becoming dolphin trainers. He had bleach blonde hair and clear green eyes that reminded me of the Pacific Ocean. He was also side-splittingly funny, in a “ third grade” sort of way. Naturally, I adored him.
I went outside to find Courtney, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, get in the car!” Misty had yelled from the driver’s side of her Dodge Neon. “Can you take me by Courtney’s? I want to talk to her.” I asked as I chunked my backpack into the backseat “No, just call her later. We need to get Guy and go home to start to pack.” When we got home my father was listening to the scanner. “Hey girls, do yawl know a Danielle Wilson, age 20 from Tushka?” “No!” both of us said as we went into our room “Well they had a wreck earlier before school got release. They were T-boned by a semi truck, but they are not releasing much more information” Stated my father. Immediately I thought about Courtney, but I thought to myself, no, it couldn’t have been her she is only fifteen years old. A few hours went by without hearing anything else. The phone began to ring; I rushed over as fast as I could. “Hello” I said. “Hey, it’s Kathy, did you hear over the scanner?” she asked. “No, it couldn’t have been her Dad said it was a Danielle and she was twenty” I said with tears in my eyes. “Oh okay, well let me know if you hear anything else.” Kathy stated. “Okay” I said as I hanged up the phone. Another hour had gone by without hearing anything. So I began to pack for our family vacation that we were getting ready to take the next day,
It was a cold September afternoon. Outside of Lakeside High School, Sam Koren waited for his father to pick him up. He stood in the pick up, until a voice meet his ear. "Hey, Sam!" He turned to see Kyle Johnson, pointing at him. "I asked for my money an hour ago, so where is it?" Sam said, "I'm not giving it to you, Kyle. Just go." Kyle clenched his fist and punched Sam, knocking him to the ground. He got up, seeing blood staining his black hoodie. Kyle grabbed Sam's neck, "I said where's my money Sam? I won't ask you twice." Sam spat blood at his face. His eyes narrowed, and quickly tightened his hands around Sam's neck. He began to cry, "Get...off me." A car pulled up, Sam's father, Ross ran out and pushed Kyle off of his son. He looked
I pulled into the gravel driveway and Harolt hopped out of the passenger side of the old black 1969 Dodge Coronet. She popped open the back of the car. Grabbing the bags full of fattening food, she dragged them into the hidden house. I closed the back and followed her through the rusty door. “Where do you keep syrup?” hollered Harolt.
"Not very well," Elliot replied as he pressed his fingers of the continuously growing red stain on his new white shirt. The cause of that stain was not quite something Elliot wanted to see at all, so he simply kept his fingers pressed to his side as gunfire rained fiery hell on the people behind him.