A/N: Hey, Chap. 3! This ones both flashback and present. Hope things begin to fall into place!
Mirella's POV:
"Nice to see you again Mirella. Awake at last."
"Ryan." I say shakily.
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"Stop!" I say quietly, afraid to make myself more audible, "Please." I gasp as he brings his arm around to hit me again, "Ryan." I sob. "Ryan" He kicks me to the ground. "Stop." I whisper, "Please." He fakes a frown. "Why would I do that?" I sob again. "Ryan!" I yell with all my strength as he hits me again. "Please." I cry, giving up. "You want me to stop?" He yells, kicking me with every word, "Why don't you." He slaps me. "Stop." I sob. "Being late!" He pushes me once more, and walks away.
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"Ryan." I say slowly. "Please." I back away. "Don't."
"Don't what?" you smirk. "do this?" you advance towards me, but shrieking, I get up and run to the door. "You've gotten braver," he says, "But, that doesn't matter." You runs at me, but I open the door. Still screaming, I whip the door back, and hit you in the face with it. You stumbles back and I bang on every neighbor's door. Finally, one of them opens it.
"Please." I whisper, "He's behind me." They look at me questionaly, but then pull me inside. I sob. "Thank you." as I say this, I hear you yelling my name behind the door. "Mirella Biorchi. Come out. Now. " You growl." My neighbor stares. "Are you..." I cut her off.
"No."
A/N: Hey, short one! Maybe post another later tongiht.
Wish me luck in the Talent show!
Love Y'all,
Maggie.
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I Wish
Teen FictionMirella wishes she hadn't lived this horrible life. But she did, and she has to except that.
