I feel the tingling of coolness cover my body. I can't move, my legs are weak for getting kicked in the back of my knees. My body is covered in sweat. I feel something sting as I touch my lip. I stand up wobbly.
"Is that all you got!" I say still a little drunk and scared for my life, but I don't show it. I feel two strong hands grab arms and pull them tight behind me. I know if I show my weakness I won't be going home to my uncle, who would make it worse.
Ever since my family died from the plane attack, my uncle has been drowning himself in alcohol and abuse. Attacking me, not his wife or children. Just me. To top it off, my cousins are making it brutal to sneak out without yelling or asking thousands of questions.
"You are a weakling. Not very strong at all, but you don't give up." a stiff Russian voice said behind me. "I can help you with training if you're interested."
"Over my dead body." I swing my arm untangling the hands off of me. I punch the first face I feel. Kick the other leg behind me, breaking their leg, and run. I hear moaning when I close the door.
"Find her!" the Russian man says over the radio. "And get her to confess."
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Last Resort
Mystery / ThrillerSky has a secret that she can't tell anyone. Not even her family can know. She gets bullied for being homeless. Her family's all dead, except her drunk and abusive uncle and his wife and kids. She finds the sweet spot of gambling and liquor.(and ki...
