I started to panic , i was hyperventilating , freaking out .
" SHUT UP " Nash said
i started to cry , sobbing .
he got up wan walked away out of the room . as soon as he shut the door shut I started to squirm out of the rope . I got out of the rope and peaked out of the door he was sitting on the couch and had a beer in his hand . i scurried into the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife i could find . he had a mirror on the wall, so as i walked up to him he glanced into the mirror and said" what are you doing?"
" nothing " as i inched closer to him . he got up and turned around i stabbed him in the stomach 3 times he pulled the knife out of his stomach and winced . i backed up from him and his face turned so red. he yelled and threw the knife at the wall and it stuck in the wall . he ran at me and i sprinted away screaming , i ran out of the front door and screamed bloody murder , screaming for help i ran across the yard which seemed like a field . i got to the trees and he tackled me and punched me in the face and kicked me in the stomach . i started to cough , i threw up and saw blood , alot of blood . he dragged me through the yard i didnt want to give up yet i grabbed his leg and scratched and bit it . he pulled me onto my feet and before he could punch me in the face i kicked him where the sun dont shine . he squealed and fell to his knees . i kicked him onto the ground , i punched him in the face several times and just for payback i kicked him in the stomach .
as i walked into the house i looked back at him to make sure he was still there . he was , so i walked into his room rummaging around for clothes i heard foot steps i peaked out in the hallway noone was there . so i carried on . i wore a pair of skinny jeans and a croptop i dont know why he had a croptop in his dresser . as i walked out of the house he wasnt laying in the yard . i looked behind me knowone was there . i sprinted down the drive way . then i got tackled . my head hit the cement . my head was pounding . he dragged me into the house by my hair he punched me in my face so many times i dont remember how many times . all that i remember is the last punch knocked me out . the next day i woke up and i didnt know where i was i was handcuffed to a pole under a sink about five minneuts ater i remembered everything and i thought about a crop top
