"Some doctors think they found a cure,"
"Didn't you hear me, I-'m s-i-c-k o-f y-o-u!" I said drawing out each letter. I didn't care if he had a cure, it wouldn't work. I was dying, end of story.
"The treatment will be painful, five shots a day. It will start tomorrow." I growled at him.
"You aren't putting a needle in me!" I yelled.
"I am, you're not going to continue to age rapidly."
"This is kidnapping! Stop acting so somber, drop the act. I want Luke!" I yelled. Dillon growled.
"Your mine!" Dillon yelled.
"No matter how many times you say it dose not make it true." I muttered.
"Shut up." He told me, I rolled my eyes. I would escape, I was going to escape.
"Go away." Dillon left, I was surprised it worked. A few seconds latter an alarm went off all of a sudden I felt exhausted. Then I was asleep, I was going to kill Dillon when I woke up.
When I woke up there was a needle going into my skin. I could fell a syrum going into my vines, like fire it burned. It spreed till it hit my heart I screamed, my body began to shake.
"I'm sorry." Dillon said across the room he looked tired.
"Shut up!" I yelled, every inch of me burned like fire. I was covered and gasoline and lit with a single match.
This went on for five days, each day Dillon would apologize, and I would scream at him to shut up.
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Partially Rejected
WerewolfHello, this story is not good. It was written by a depressed young tween who didn't understand what an abusive relationship is. I'm only keeping it up because it's my only completed book. Take everything a grain of salt. (It's cringey) So good luck...
