Chapter One
I sat.
Fear was flooding through every pore in my body. He doesn't care, though. Why would he? He did this to me.
I heard a sudden thud. The crazy drunk must've finally knocked out. I walked down the hall to my bathroom, using my heels because of the glass shards in my feet. He missed my head.
I inspected my various bruises in the mirror. A sigh escaped my lips. Nothing that makeup can't cover. My feet were still bleeding. I grabbed the tweezers and started to pluck every piece of glass out of my feet. Then I grabbed rubbing alcohol and poured it over my open wounds. I winced at the sting as uninvited tears welled up in my eyes. I quickly blinked them away not giving in. I could keep a strong face on during the beating so then I could definitely stay strong doing something as minor a cleaning a wound.
I walked down the hall to my room and collapsed on my bed.
Sleep come to me in abundance.
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In My Defense
Teen Fiction"All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark."
