UnSavable

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UnSavable

Part. 7 -Blood-

"You should take my life, you should take my soul." ~ Twenty One Pilots.

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You know that horrible metallic taste in your mouth when you bite your lip?

That's what I tasted. I groaned as I slammed onto the cold tile, holding my cheek as it stung from the slap. I looked up and he gave me a smirk.

Horrible man.

Blood flowed freely in my mouth.

The hell?

I quickly stood up and slapped him very hard, hard enough to make my hand sting.

How dare he hit me?

I ran over to the small bar and grabbed a glass cup, throwing it at him.  He leaned back and blocked the glass with his arms.

It landed on the floor with a huge clash and glass flew everywhere. He tackled me, both of us landing on the hard ground on glass. My back slammed onto the ground, knocking the air out of me. I felt glass sinking into my skin, and I winced, tears threatening to spill. He laughed wickedly before his fist made contact with my left eye, leaving my vision blurry.

I felt so much pain. Alex was a very strong guy. He wasn't scrawny at all. I shook my head and knee'd him. I pushed him off with all of my force and grabbed a shard of glass beside me on the floor. I stumbled my way up off of the ground, feeling light headed. He hopped up to his feet and swiftly moved behind me, grabbing a glass vase and threw it at me, hitting my left side. I screamed in horror from the pain, before he ran over to me and yanked my hair backwards, and kicked me away. I tumbled onto glass, glass sinking into the palms of my hands. He dropped right on top of me, pinning my small frame to the floor. He punched me in the jaw, and I spat my blood in his face.

I can't hold it anymore, I told myself.

He ripped the glass out of my hand, cutting me slightly. He then placed the vase behind my head and smiled.

"Aw sweet heart, you really thought  you where going to get away with what you did to me?" His eyes were a very dark stormy brown. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't tell if it was the fact that I might have a concussion or that I was about to burst out in tears.

"Oh and you where going to use this? Use this to kill me?" He indicated to the shard of glass.

"I wasn't-" I spat blood,

"I wasn't trying to kill you, I don't want you near me." I croaked, staring at him. He sat on top of me, pressing me even further into the glass.

"Well, it looks like you ran out of luck." He waved the glass in front of my eyes and lifted my shirt. He drew a invisible line on my stomach and started to touch my stomach with shard, Like if he was going to cut me. Then, he pushed down.

I let out a ear piercing scream of the pain, a huge smile was planted on his face.

He started to move the shard across my stomach, me screaming and crying for help.