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Abuse

Jack's POV

He slowly walks over to me and I start backing up to the wall.   His eyes burn themselves into my skin with an extra sting to it. I'm frozen in time, I can't move, I can't speak. What the fuck is wrong with me, I ask myself stuck in place. I close my and suddenly a sharp pain hit the back of my head.  Then everything went blurry

I feel a kick on my side.  The hard impact enabled me to scream in agony. Michal starts kicking and punching me. He starts calling me names. Every word it like a bullet. Every punch is like a stab in the heart. Every kick is like going through hell. I'm numb to that pain now. Knowing how much I've been abused in the years I've ever lived.

I hear the door open and somebody walking in screaming. I heard Michal running from the situation hiding.  Suddenly I feel two hands on my side and hear heavy breathing next to me. I turn my head and see a figure, crying at my side. I can barely hear them, let alone understand them. "I'm sorry," says the figure, "I'm so sorry."  I feel my shirt starting to get drenched in salty tears, stinging the cuts I earned from Mark.

I use what's left of my strength to turn my head to see who it was. It's my mother, Lauren.  She looks at me, her eyes are bloodshot as if she was crying for years.  Her eyes start to water again the she pulls me into a hug. I black out as she hugs me due to the lack of air I had.

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BROUGHT TO YOU BY....DEATH!

My eyes shot open only to find I was in bed. I sit up and I feel something tight around my waist. Lifting my shirt up, I gasp once the cold air hits my bare skin. I take a few moments to settle in with the temperature then look down. I find hard to breath, but I was curious.  Looking down I see that I had so bandages, new one of course though.

I got up from bed and changed into different set of clothes. I looked out the window and assumed it was 12 a.m. mainly because it's dark outside but the sun is slowly raising. I walk into the living room and so a pigsty in the lobby/living room. I approach the scene and pick up the crumbled piece of paper. Picking it up, I straighten the crumbled paper and examined it. It's the schedule for tutoring Mark.

The paper was hard to read, but I manage.  It say's I tutor him Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, after school for two hours. I face palm myself because he hates my guts, meaning, he's going to murder me.  I snap back into reality noticing I wasn't breathing. I take a deep breath like I was dead then coming back alive.   

I clean up the pigsty and went to the kitchen.  I decided to eat some of ma's left over  cookies.  Suddenly..................... pineapples.
Legit, there was no cookies, just pineapples. I stood there, and stared at the pineapples in the fridge. I sigh and close the door heading to the pantry. I pull out a few granola bars and start scarfing them down. Let me tell you, that wasn't a good idea, I ended up drinking around 5-6 giant cups of milk just to get the granola bars down.

I finally decide to get ready for the day, until I realize that it was Saturday. Well, I thought to myself, I'm fucked, especially when Michal gets home.

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Hey!!! Sorry for the short chapter, again XD I ran out of Ideas for Jack's POV and I need to write Mark's POV so I don't have to remember them every time I'm writing.
Well I'm going to go so, as always, I will see all you dudes, in the next chapter!!! BUH-BYE!!!!!