Building Bridges

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Okay, so this is my first story (sort of). I want to take it slow ,so I can honor JalizeBurwell. Who, by the way is an amazing writer. Anyway, please be patient with me and please don't be harsh with me. I'm still trying to get comfortable with publishing writing.
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** | Sang's POV| **

"SANG!"

I "blink" out of the swimming party at Honey's house. Grinning at the memory of how Nathan got that nickname and how that those beautiful and kind boys got me through most of my punishment.

Closing my eyes for a moment, wishing I could have stayed in my safe haven a little longer to escape my step mother's punishment that I knew was going to come sooner or later.

"SANG, get your fat ,worthless self down these stairs and make me my dam dinner. You ungrateful bastard of a child" she spat as I reach the beginning of the stairs.

"I'm coming mother" I say as loud as I can with a vinegar and lemon juice I was givin as punishment from mother.

Quickly, climbing down my little attic/projection space. Moving as fast as I can down the steps.

As soon as my foot touched the floor mother's hand snatched my hair. Accidently, letting out a soft whimpers of pain.

"Shut Up! I told you to have my food ready by now and you dare disobey my order! Well, then let's see if you will remember my dinner after this!" Tossing me to the hard ground ,before kicking my already bruised body.

Throwing all the glass within reach at me while saying "You think that you can just be a wh*re and run around having s*x with whoever is around and trap some murder man ,just like your disgusting disease mother did."

"I'm sorry ,mother. Please forgive me. I'll make it-slap-thunk" my hands grab my redden hand printed cheek and my throbbing head that had hit the open cabinet door.

Pushing me on my knees by my shoulder, into the glass ,mother walks to the knifes "Let me see if those criminals of men want you after seeing how used and disfigured you are"

Grabbing me by my hair once again, this time no making a sound of pain "Please, mother I'll do better" I say panting through the pain.

"No more chances you worthless sl*t! I gave you to many, which turned you into a needy little brat. I should have thrown you out like the trash you are! You deserve to be rotting in hell like you mother! That seductive b*tch!"

Cutting my clothes off messally with the knife she had.

"You want to be a wh*re ,then I'll mark you as one.

X marks the sl*t."

Where the screeching words my step mother said before she plunged then knife into my side. Making sure that the cut ran from the side of my breast across my stomach to the left side of my hip, only to do it to my left side to the right again.

After, finishing with me and leaving me on the kitchen floor bleeding... unable to move.

"Clean up your mess you stupid pig!" Mother shouts over her shoulder making her way up the stairs.

My body felt to heavy to move and the weight made me tired. Trying to blink the exhaustion and the darkness surrounding my vision away.

Thinking of all the memories I had with my boys. A lone tear slid down my cheek think I may die and the boys may never know about me.

Those were last thoughts that I had before my body started to give up. Before darkness closed in and I felt the thick walls around my heart and mind started to crumble.

Little did I know a small opening started to form the first bridge of nine.

My boys where waiting the for me to connect and let them in to experience what's around me to.

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Wow, do I have a new appreciation for writers. I've been postponing it ,because the description. I have a hard time giving away some of the story without telling you all of it. Ugg, anyway I will be (trying to) playing hooky tomorrow to try and finally finished it. Thanks for reading.