Chrapter 2 Flashback

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I just sat their silently and I played back that one night in my head
"You scream you die." I struggled weakly against my attacker as he dragged me into an alley way, his arm slipped up around my throat and I struggled to draw breath. He slammed me into a concrete wall and knocked the breath out of me.
"What do you want?" I groaned, trying to stand up when he kicked me sharply in the stomach. I let out a sharp cry of pain and he grabbed my hair, pulling me and turning me around to face the wall, slamming me against it again and pressing his weight against me. I could feel the rough concrete scrap my face and again I struggled to breathe. I tried to fight back, kicking my attacker in the groin and trying to run, but he grabbed my ankle and I fell down, hard, hitting my head on the pavement."Please!" "Shut up!" I whimpered as he climbed on top of me, pinning my legs down and punching me in the face, repeatedly. "I said shut up, you stupid fucking idiot." I closed my eyes tightly as the blows continued to rain down on my face. I raised my hands to protect my face, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it sharply. I could hear the bones snap and I cried out in pain. My attacker growled angrily and dragged me up off the ground again, "Shut up you dumb fuck" I couldn't stand and I fell back to the ground, this seemed to anger him even more and he kicked me again in the stomach, I gasped and tried to back away.
"Please! Leave me alone, take whatever you want," I whispered weakly as he continued to kick me. I couldn't remember a time when I had been in more pain. I tried to crawl away, but I didn't get far at all. He grabbed my hair again and I screamed. I couldn't do anything to protect my self, but my hand traveled to my hip and I tried to get a good grip on my knife (which I carry almost every ware). Whoever it was saw this, and wrestled it out of my grasp, before throwing me into the wall, I heard something crunch as I hit it again. I looked up from the ground and saw that my own knife was at my neck and I was to week to fight any longer "I give up... just kill me"

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