The distressed love

Chapter 2: The pain (short)

Marchaney's p.o.v: ( moments earlier)

The pain.
It was unbelievably painful, I cried out as he whipped me ' swoosh ' 1 ' swoosh' 2 ' swoosh' 3 and so forth. I didn't do anything, all he wanted was to make me feel the pain he felt when my mother died. I didn't cause it,  I didn't know, I wasn't even old enough to understand why she died. I don't know my mother, I never did. Unfortunately my father wants me to know I was the cause of his pain, that I was the cause of his drunken body, I was the cause of his broken heart. I wasn't.

I cried out as he continued to whip me until he was tired. My blood was everywhere, he yelled profanity at me, he beat me senseless. I tried to defend myself as best as I could. It just didn't do.

When he was done, I picked myself up, and I left the house covered in blood, sweat and tears. I didn't have a shirt on so it was cold. My body was limp and tired but I kept walking until I saw a light by the forest where there was space for me to crawl and lay down. I sobbed and cried out to die and for God to take the pain away . I'm never gonna be happy again.
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Present time
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I was still sleep after the nurses gave me those pills to make me sleep. I couldn't open my eyes but I could hear what was going on, but my mind was focused on the girl who saved my life. I couldn't help but imagine what she looked like? Was she scared ? Did she get to where ever she needed to be safely?

I was distracted when I heard the door open jolting me awake from my thoughts, speeding up my heart rate then calming down while the doctor was pushing my chest back down on the bed so I could stay calm.

"How are you Mr. I'm sorry I need help pronouncing it, is it mar-" he looked at the clip board in hands for a brief second before I answered .
"Marchaney. Marchaney Kim " I said lowly

"Well Mr. Kim your lucky to be alive right now with all those open cuts on your back. They could have gotten affected if not cleaned and treated quickly. They were cut really deep, we had to give you 45 stitches in your wounds." He said

I didn't feel like talking at the moment, but every once in a while my mind would wonder off to that - that girl.

I wanted to thank her for saving my life.

"How long was I out for? " asking curiously

" 5 hours. " he said looking in my eyes showing me how serious he was.

"Oh " was all I could say at the moment, I wanted to get out of here ...... fast.

Ryland's p.o.v :

My alarm went off for 4:15 p.m. (don't ask why I slept so late) so it gave me enough time to take a shower since I didn't last night and get dressed for my training day with my coach. I needed to focus today and not think about what happened last night. My boxing match was in 2 days and I needed to be ready, my boxing name is RW. I was one of the most strongest and baddest boxers, I knocked out a girl in just a couple seconds with just two punches to the face.

I went to take a shower scrubbing all the dirt off my skin, singing the song ' I fall apart ' by Post Malone.

The song was over and I felt released from my thoughts. I got out the shower wiping my tears away. That song knows my heart. I most definitely fell apart.