Chapter 3

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Hey guys, y'all have pressured me to make this chapter after having 23 views...! Now that I say it out loud it sounds kinda sad... Meh... Anyway, enjoy the story!

 (WARNING: SENSITIVE SUBJECT)

     I arrived home, still wondering about Jane. I opened the door to see my mom sitting in the living room with a thick, military belt gripped in her pale hands. I gave a look of fear, knowing what would happen next... a beating... and by the looks of her face...I could tell that it was going to be... an unholy one.

     I opened the door, trying to find my way out until I was pulled back by my hair. I felt her grip tighten as she whispered, "Where do you think you're going son?" I felt tears stream down my sweating face as she got the belt and smacked me on the lower part of my thigh. I screamed as the tears seemed to stream down my face more and more. "Please, mom... PLEASE!" I choked between my tears, knowing this wasn't going to work.

     She gave me a glare, one almost as painful as the belt being hit on the back of my neck. "Damn ungrateful child! I feed you, give you shelter, and much more, and you can't say thank you!" She grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it against my stomach, making it break. I coughed out blood and clutched on my stomach wound. I wiped the tears on my face and stayed down. She began kicking me. *Crack* *Crunch* *Crunch* I heard, until... everything went black.

     I woke up in the hospital, with a nurse towering over me, with a worried face like Jane's right before I was going to do it... I tried to sit up, but heard more crunching and saw the nurse pushing me gently back down. I heard a voice beyond the curtain ask, "Is he okay?" The nurse looked over and gave a nod with a smile. The speaker of the voice came in and it was... Jane?! My eyes widened in disbelief. I tried to speak but the oxygen mask kept me from doing so. My eyes watered and I  reached out for her. She came over to me and sat in a small stool. She looked at me with a smile and tears in her eyes. She held my hand and sat there smiling at me, wiping the tears away.

If you or someone you know is being child abuse please call the Childhelp National Child Abuse Prevention Hotline:

1-800-4-A-CHILD (1-800-422-4453)

Please, if you are going through this, call this number... I don't want any of y'all dying out there... Love y'all and be safe! Quick reminder: Don't bully and don't drink/smoke underaged. I love you and I don't want anyone hurting you. For all you people going through this, I don't know what it feel like, but I'm here to help you through the pain. Message me, have someone to talk to... Please be careful out there... the world is a dark place...

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