Pain erupted from the point of impact. “get the fuck out my house! You’re such a disgrace to this family, you bitch!” he screamed.
He continued to shout but all I could think about was the pain.
I run upstairs to the bathroom and throw up, a pool of blood and stomach acid. Nothing solid in sight.
I clean up all the blood and dab my tongue, which I had just bitten when I was punched.
I pack the small amount of stuff I own and run out the door carrying it on my back. My breathing is wheezy, but I don’t stop running and never turn back, knowing he’ll get Jake to chase me down shortly. After a while I feel a burning sensation in my stomach and lift my top a little.
Purple welts were scattered across my abdomen like a disease. It hurt to breathe, and I wonder if some ribs were cracked or broken. I slowly walk toward the hospital, feeling as if I could collapse at any second so I concentrate on nothing but my breathing.
When I arrive I tell the lady at the counter I need help and she just stares.
Her eyes flash from my bruised and rope burned neck, to the bandage saturated in blood on my left arm, to my other arm wrapped loosely around my torso.
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devil's berry
De TodoBelladonna was just a child when her mum died. Her dad and younger brother turned against her, blaming her for her mothers death. All she could do was wait it out until she was old enough to move out
