Hola mi carnivora catirpillarres!I can now speak fluent Spanish so yyaaayyyyy.
WARNING: this chapter contains abuse and extreme violence. If offended by such, please do not read the following.
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Serenity's P.O.V.
As my already spinning head collided with the wall for the fifth time I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to say as many prayers as I could possibly remember.
Every time this happens I feel like my heart will stop beating; like my skull is breaking in half; like its about to end; like my life is over.
But in a sense, my life was over when Samir arrived in this godforsaken town.
"You fucking bitch! You were out there with some dickhead of a scrawny teenage dirtbag trying to get laid or something weren't you?!" Samir screams in my ear after he yanks my head off the floor by my hair.
I scream out a, "NO!" with my voice cracking horribly at the end. I know that by the time he's done with me I'll not have a voice left at all.
"LIAR!" Samir yells punching me hard in the gut and throwing me face-first into the wall again.
I hear a snap and feel excruciating pain race through the veins in my left forearm. I scream, cry, and mumble apologies as Samir yells at me for being so weak-boned.
Once again he grips me by the hair and begins to drag me up the stairs where the real torture is waiting.
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I crawl through the small crack of my ajar door and slither up onto my bed. Silently crying and praying for my mother to come home now.
The bruises scattered around my sore body add even more ache to areas that never quite healed from last time. I have a bad habit of picking scabs.
The bone slightly jutting out of my left forearm hurts like hell and I have no idea what to do. I can't go back to the hospital, that is for sure. Never again I think as I shudder. Not after how it ended last time.
As usual, I start to wonder if the world would really miss me; If it would care if I jus went "poof" and disappeared; If anyone would cry; if anyone would even remember who I was when they get the notice of my death.
I lay, atop my blankets, contemplating whether or not to crawl under my bed and grab my bag of happy pain when there is a knock at my window.
I snap my head to the source of noise and low and behold there is Xavier, waving like a child on Christmas with a very generous "Santy Clause".
His beautiful grin seems to even lift my spirits the tiniest bit. He beckons me over and I hesitantly place my feet on the hard wood flooring, careful not to show any signs of pain.
I reach up with my bad arm and wince slightly, but quickly cover it up and use my right arm instead to flip the latch up and let this -almost- stranger inside of my bedroom.
It seems that I have not done a very good job hiding my injuries because as soon as he places both of his dark blue Nikes on the floor I am swept up and placed gently on the bed like I might break into a thousand pieces. Little does he know I already have.
It is his next move that has me questioning all I've ever known.
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CLIFF HANGER!!!! I'm sorry for doing that to you but hey! The next chappie is gonna be soooo coooooooollll so don't worry. It'll be worth the u chucking ur phone across the room or punching a hole through your computer.
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