I could feel my pulse all over my body, the air from my open mouth against the wood floor of my parents subsidized house, the blood trickling down the side of my face, the lingering aching reminder of the angry fists that just came into contact with the side of my face. My ears are ringing loudly, I'm dizzy. I hear muffled yelling, I can't make out the words, I know the voices though. My mom's in the kitchen, yelling. She's not yelling at him though, she's yelling at Asher who just got home. Why is she yelling at Asher? He didn't do anything! I try to push myself up, failing miserably. I didn't even make it up into a sitting position. My vision goes blurry before it goes completely black.
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In My Arms
RomanceKendall Hansley is a sixteen-year-old high school student navigating a challenging home life marked by her father's behavior. Despite her struggles, she finds solace in her close relationship with her protective older brother, Asher. At school, Ken...
