I woke up to a door slamming.
No.
I pull the covers tightly around me so I can pretend I'm asleep.
My door opens and I hear someone stomping over to my bed. I still keep my eyes closed, and try to keep a steady breath even though my heart is hammering against my chest.
"GET UP!!!!"
Mom yanks on my arm and pulls me up, slamming me against a wall. My ribs feel like they're getting crushed.
I bite my lip to stop from screaming out.
Her face is then several inches from mine. She snarls at me, and spits on me.
I don't move a muscle.
"YOU DID THIS!" She yells, sending a punch towards my stomach, and another, and another.
Then she leaves.
I fall against the wall, and shakily lift up my shirt, finding several bruises.
I crawl towards my desk and take my phone off its charger.
"Derrick, Derrick, please, it happened again. Please help me."
And with that I fall back to the floor, blackness is all I remember seeing.
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Waiting For A Call Back
Короткий рассказ"I'm sorry." Tears threaten to spill out of my eyes. Why won't he believe me? "Please call me back. Please..."
