Bang! A shot from a pistol just ranged the room with the echoes of the shotgun. The bullet grazed my skin a bit. He missed on purpose. The bullet didn't pierce me, but missed. Still, it got my skin. The pain was growing from my right arm. Sticky, wet, dark blood oozing, and dripping from my arm. I didn't know how to react. I was breathing heavily as I fell backwards, barely able to think straight.
"I told you to listen. You gave me no choice." Ray spatted coldly as he dropped the gun onto the floor. Worry, and panic spread onto his face.
"D-didn't have a c-c-choice my ass!" I grunted loudly. I tried to sit, so the pain would settle. It did for a bit. That's when Ray left the room, and slammed the door shut from behind him. Tch! That bastard. What'a fuck'in ass.
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It was about maybe 15 minutes or so, until his rat ass face showed up. He had a medkit. He opened it as he revealed needles, alcohol, cotton balls, and types of ointment. He sat down next to me as he grabbed a clean, white towel that was already wet. He probably dipped it into boiling water."Bite your tongue if you have to. It'll sting." He dabbed the white, wet towel onto my right arm to irrigate the wound.
The towel turned pure white, white to pink, pink to a dark shade of red. The wet towel just sucked up my blood clean, as the blood slowly began to disappear. I grunted and screamed. The pain from my arm was unbearable that I couldn't think. I just wanted the pain to be gone. But what's the point? I'm already in hell. He then disinfect the needle, and thread as he was getting everything ready.
He started stitching my arm, generally want the stitches spaced a quarter-inch from each other and from the skin edges, which should just barely touch. He was like a pro. Strange...to be honest, the stitching was worse then him cleaning up the wound. After he was done. He put some ointment, wrapped my arm in bandages, carried me up stairs, and lied me down to rest. He left the room, but then came back to give me some medicine, and a bottle of water.
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It's been a few days, and Ray has been coming in and out of my room. Trying to feed me, give me medicine, and check up my on right arm. Tch!...God...I don't know what I did to reserve this...
(Flashback—) "Ay, hijo!" (Translate to: Oh son!) My mom said as she hugged as I was studying for my exams. I looked into her tired eyes. She looked pale, fragile, tired. "Mande ma?" (Translate to: Yeh or yes mom?) I said gently as she broke from the hug.
"Mi hijo. Mi bebe...estás creciendo como un hombre...(Translate to: My son. My baby...you're growing up as a man) you're working so hard..." She said as her voice trailed off.
"Well yeah. lo estoy haciendo por ti mamá. (Translate to: I'm doing it for you, mom) I wanna study, and get good grades, go to college, make the money. I wanna get us outta here, I wanna buy you a nice house. Away from that man! I wanna give that much to you. Te quiero mucho." (Translate to: I love you so much) I said quietly.
"Entonces estudia mucho." (Translate to: Then study hard/a lot)
(Flashback over—)
I opened my eyes slowly. Imma get outta here again, one way or another! I was lucky the first time! I'll be lucky again!
I sat there on the bed as I plotted a way outta this hell hole. I know I got something to prove! I'm not gonna die like this! Not when I promised my mom I was gonna have a name, and make my money! I ain't going down without a fight! Over my dead body, you crazy bastard!!!
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Bastard || クソ野郎
RandomI first discovered I was a piece of shit in my freshman year-in the dark alleys of town was where it went down. My heart was pumping, while my chest was screaming. My mind was running, air was freezing.
