I hear the door to the house slam.
Crap.
Samantha's home from work.
At prison.
She's going to take her anger out on Daniel and I.
Crap. I get up, shoving Daniel into my closet.
"Wha-" He starts.
"Shush!" I interrupt. "Samantha's home. I shut the closet door and walk out to the kitchen to meet Samantha.
I know it's coming sooner or later...
So why not sooner?
Quickly gathering my courage, I walk into the kitchen.
"There's my punchbag!" she growls once. I feel her tackle me to the floor and cry out. She punches my face once and I scream.
I hear her move away and start to sit up. I feel myself shoved down.
"No!" I scream.
"Relax. I was just getting my whip! Now lay down and stay still, twerp!" she yells.
I sob, but do as she says. The whip stings my stomach and I feel my skin break.
I cry out and feel her shove a rag in my mouth.
"Shut up!" she screams. A knock sounds at the front door.
"Ooohh! That must be Chris!" She laughs evilly and opens the door. "Hey babe!" she squeals. "I've got our anger management in the kitchen." I can FEEL their anger deep towards me when they walk into the room.
"She's so scrawny." Chris says lowly.
Scrawny? Really?
But all the same, I hear their footsteps as they move closer.
lashes out and I feel a blade nick my head. Warmth pours out of the spot, and I assume the warmth is blood. I squirm, trying to get up. Rope is tied around my wrists and ankles.
Cutting off the circulation to my hands and feet.
No.
I try to scream, but the gag stops the sound.
They laugh. Chris takes his blade and drags it from the top of my shirt to the bottom, slicing my skin along the way.
Tears stream down my face.
No.
Chris's hands move my shirt aside.
No.
Get me out of this.
Please.
He digs his knife into my stomach. I scream.
Samantha's whip stings against my skin, tearing it apart each time it hits.
I feel it sting my head and lose consciousness, barely hearing Daniel when he screams no.
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I open my eyes an see man-made lights.
The lights I never thought I'd see again.
Hospital lights.
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All My Trials
Teen FictionAs a girl of 17, Cosette lives the normal life of someone her age. She has a job, plays the piano and goes to school. What more could she ask for? Nothing. Until one day when she gets in a messy car accident and loses her sight. Will she be able to...
