**three months later**
I was walking home from the laundromat in the pouring rain of the summer night. The bag full of my clothes was heavy on my back and I just wanted to get home. As I walked into the parking lot of the liquor stores and convince stores, I noticed a group of men by the street corner. The closer I walk the more uneasy I feel. I try to sneak past but then I hear ," Hey Jamie! Get the fuck over here"
No, no,no! This was not happening. It was my dad and his friends. There were drunk as shit. He was always angrier and the beating were worse when he was drunk. he grabs my arm and pulls me away.
" where the fuck have you been all night?!" he shouts.
"Laundry," I shutter,"I was at the laundromat."
" I don't care where you were! You should have been home! If you don't want to be there than it's your lucky day you little shit. 'M kicking you out." He slurs and takes another swig of whatever alcohol is in that bottle. It takes all my strength to not let my jaw drop. " don't just stand there you idiot."he shouts.
" why... But dad I..."
" BUT WHAT!ITS MY HOUSE AND I DON'T WANT YOU IN IT!THATS IT YOUR GONNA GET IT NOW!"
Soon, two of my dad's asshole friends grab my arms I scream for help but am cut off with a blow to my stomach. Then to my side. Then my face. Side again. It's all repeating. He kicks me over and over. soon they drop me to the cold wet asphalt . another blow to the stomach. I can't breathe, I start to cough up blood. My ears are ringing and it's all fading the black. The last thing I hear is," Better find some where 'cause I don't want you no more, bitch."
He walks away. I want to be dead more than ever right now. Tears start to fall from my eyes, the Earth looks like it's on spin cycle and then *BOOM* unconscious. After what felt like hours in darkness I had the strange feeling that I was being carried somewhere. I hear different voices and see tiny cracks of looks to be a room but then I black out again.
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I wake up in an unfamiliar setting, with a splitting headache . I am on a couch and there is an ice pack on my head.
" Hey guys, she's awake!" Some one exclaims. I look over to see a guy with dark hair and lots of tattoos looking at me." Are you okay, do you need anything?" He asks but I don't want to speak. We sit in silence," not much of a talker, huh?" Tattoo guy says. I shake my head, he hands me paper and a pen, "where am I?" I write.
"You're on our tour bus."Another guy with glasses and unnaturally straight hair says.
I attempt to sit up but my head hurts too much. I soon start to have another coughing fit. I cover my mouth, I look down in my hand to see more blood. Tattoo guys try's to help but I put my hand up to show that I don't need any."are you okay?" He asks while handing me a glass of water and a paper towel." I take a sip, I nod and write down," what happened?" The guys look uncomfortable at the question
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Fanfiction"Hold on." I say before we get on the bus.we make our way over. "Oh my god!" Mikey exclaims. On the ground, it's a young girl. she is bleeding badly and has multiple bruises and cut both old and new all over her body. Blood is pooling out of her mo...
