"Get a good sleep. You'll need it for the beating you will get tomorrow." Allen smirks. OH GOSH NO. My bed is the floor. There are splinters sticking out of the wood. AGH.
I sleep while bits of wood stab me. Ouch.
I shut my eyes close as I think about MAC. I hope they are coming to find me. OH WHO AM I KIDDING THEY PROBABLY THINK I'M AT THE MALL! Why did I write that letter? If I didn't then they would probably calling the police looking for me. Oh someone please come.
Something kicks me to wake up.
"5 more minutes mom..." I moan.
"I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER!" I jump. Oh gosh, I'm still here. With Allen. GREAT. I sit up and instantly get a headache. That's even better. I stand up and he drags me down.
"Ready?" He asks. HA. No!
"Never will be."
"Good."
He kicks me in my shoulder to make me lie down. I groan. His foot is on my stomach now. Ew. He slaps me across the face with his hand.
"SSSSSS" I hiss. He slaps me again even harder this time on my right hand. It has splinters. Because of his slap the splinters go in deeper this time. I moan in pain. He kicks me in my side causing my ribs to ache. He punches me in my stomach and shakes me. My head whiplashes. My neck cracks. Allen cracks his knuckles and laughs evilly.
"Had enough yet?" If I could nod or talk I would have. He slaps me on my thigh with his black belt. He uses the side with the buckle.
"AGHHH." I shout. Allen cackles. He punches me in the gut and I reply with a grunt. He forces me to stand and slashes the belt on my rear. The pain stings and shocks my whole body awake. I cry in pain and he laughs more. His body inches closer to mine and he elbows me in the gut. MY GUT HURTS MORE NOW THANKS. I cry a river of tears and the stinging hurts. I thought it would all hurt for one second. But no, it hurts and hurts and hurts. It won't stop and it makes my heart beat fast. Like really fast. Allen's face shows pride and joy. My face probably shows pain and sadness. Maybe even anger.
"How shall we end this huh?" Allen asks. I cry even more. "I've got it!" He grins and hold me down to the floor with his feet. He cracks his head and back. Along with everything in between. I cringe as I hear all the cracking sounds. I can't even focus on anything because of all the stinging. My whole body stings. From my aching head to my throbbing toes. "I'm ready." He confirms. Well I am definitely not.
Everything happens in slow motion. Allen raises his hand and curls it into a fist. He comes crashing in. The fist impacts with my cheek. My head turns and bangs on the floor.
Then,
BLACKNESS.
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Fanfictiondisclaimer: this poorly written fan fiction was made in fifth grade. That. That was the holiday . The holiday I met the magic animal club. The day I played with Stampy and Squid. The day I did challenges with Tom and Ash. The day I skated with Sqais...
