He walked up to the front desk, I couldn't make out what he was saying but how predictable he asked for the table right behind us.
My father was still trying to have a conversation but I was playing how to get of the diner in every way.
Tyler was ordering food when we started to get ready to leave when I heard him cock the head of a gun. My eyes widened in shock, we had to go now.
As me and my father got up Tyler got up began to yell," sit down! Nobody move." I didn't have a choice to leave now.
We sat back down in our booth and just waited for Tyler's next orders. I said to him sarcastically," you kill me you kill your son." He nodded and said," Oh yes, I didn't forget about our son." " no this baby is not mines he's just and only yours." He sighed after what I had just said.
I started to rub my stomach with a butter knife from the table trying to get Tyler as mad as possible. He put the gun to my head and said," don't even try it." So I stopped.
Right now everyone in the diner were quiet, even the kids. The only thing that dared to naked a sound was the clock. That's when he did it! My father got up and ran to the front door that's when there were a couple pops from the gun and blood everywhere. I couldn't believe it, why was Tyler doing all of this to me.
The people in the diner started to scream when they say what Tyler had did. I started to cry out loud and I screamed," what did you just do?" He replied," I think we all know what I JUST did." I lunged at him angrily.
That got me a pistol whip to the face.
I was on the floor and my eye started to close the last thing I remember seeing was Tyler putting a gun to a small child's head and then more blood on my face and on everybody else's, every gun shot I heard resulted in ringing in my ears that were non stop and pounding in my head, I blacked out to the beat of a gun.
* Hours Later *
When I awoke I seen Tyler on top of me, he was raping me once again. I couldn't get him off once he saw that I was awake he started to push in more and more. It hurt after the "coat hanger accident." But he just kept going, I let out a cry.
He slapped my face, and that's when Tim walked in. He undressed quickly and they took turns on me, I couldn't imagine being pregnant by two men that would rot in hell.
But after they stopped, Tyler picked me up. My eyes were blacking out, I couldn't see that well. That's when he slapped me onto the metal table and cuffed me to it.
He then pressed a button and the table started spinning I knew what he was about to do and I don't think I was prepared for Round 2 of cuts.
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A Living Fancy
AcciónMany stories matter. Stories have been used to dispossess and to malign. But stories can also be used to empower, and to humanize. Stories can break the dignity of humanity. But stories can also repair that broken dignity of being A Living Fancy.