My cheek bone ached and my skin stung where he had hit me. My left eye was swelling shut. I was slammed against the window, I felt glass shatter beneath me and glass peirce through my now bloodied shirt. Darkness began to surround me, my fingers dug into the snow where I had fallen through the window. It was cold, lying in the snow, but i didn't care. Blood was seeping into the snow from the wounds in my back.
I saw him jump out the window, his boots crunching into the snow, coming closer and closer to me. I cringed as he stood over me.
"You whore!" he screeched, before kicking me on the side of my head, knocking me out. I fell into the darkness.
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Ice Cat
FantasyThis is the story of 15 year old Aspen, a werecat, escaping her past. But to escape her past, she has to overcome her present life.