Ugh, you guys don't know how hard I worked just to UPOLAD this freakin chapter down. Every time I come up with a good Idea my iPod goes black and exists out and all the work is gone.
For the 3rd time here goes the next chapter.
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I didnt move, I just sat there looking dumb and started playing with my fingers while the cup was still in my hands.
"I......pf.....I....um," said trying to contain his laughter. I still didn't have the confidence to speak afraid of what I would sound like. He ran down a hallway, most likely to his room. I just sat there waiting, and acting like a child who's waiting for there mother.
A few minutes later he came running back with a pair of dark red shorts. "These might be a little big on you, so all you have to do is pull these little white stings he said. Nodding my head I walked quickly down the hall where he emerged seconds ago. Down the hall on the right, second door.
I jogged inside the bathroom it was really small. I'm guessing it was a half bathroom because it had no tub.i hurried and took off the soaked tight jeans. I put on the shorts and noticed he was right, they were really big. I pulled the white strings and it made the shorts tighter. I made the stings into a knot to keep them up.
I looked up at the mirror and saw that I had bruises scattered all across my face, my eyes had dark circles under them and my lips were busted. It looked as if someone used my face as a punching bag. My eyes got wide at the sight. Your a stong girl, you can do this I thought to myself. Get out of the restroom, I said still talking to myself.
As I was about to exit the bathroom, a sharp pain in my side made me almost fall to the floor. I bit my lip so hard I tasted my own blood, I swallowed my screams of pain and went back over to the mirror. I turned around and lifted up my shirt afraid of what I was going to see.
I gasped in horror and shock, where my wings use to be, there was now just an upside down V. It looked nasty and sickening. Around the V was blood stains and black marks, and swelling around the sides. Eat happened to my wings, I thought tears forming in my eyes.
While examining my I noticed my right side had a patch. You could see tiny bits of blood, but it was all dried up. With my shirt still lifted up I faced the mirror again and saw that my stomach had scratches and puncture wounds here and there.
I felt oddly grossed out by my body , I gently tugged the shirt down. I groaned, all I wanted to do was go back to my house and cry. But if I had the chance I wouldn't go back, I'm 17 years old for Christ sake. I can handle myself.
Doing my breathing meditations, I calmed myself down and clinched and unclinched my fist. I turned on the cold water and splashed some and arms to release the tension thats been built up inside me.
Finally having the courage to go back the living room I unlocked the door and walked out. As I was turning the hallway I saw a small group of people talking. I froze not sure what to do next. I looked down at my feet, the carpet, the tile design on the kitchen floor, anywhere but looking at them.
"Hello darling, are you feeling better?" asked a middle aged women who didn't even look over the age of 38. "Yes," I said glad my voice didn't crack.
"This is my mother Eliene," said the boy who gave me some shorts. He pointed at the lady who spoke to me. She had short light brown hair and pretty green eyes. She was about 5'6
"My sister Maria," he said pointing at a small framed girl with green eyes with golden flecks. Long pretty light brown hair that stopped mid back, she was around 5'7. In other words she was beautiful,like her mom.
