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I stood there, my body not responding. It didn't know how to respond. He coughed as if sending me a signal to step inside, waiting for me to come closer to him. My legs were jello, weak and wobbly. But somehow I managed to move them. The house was freezing cold, or maybe I was just nervous. Every part of my body was telling me to run. Run back home to Blake, to his safe arms. But when have I ever listened to anyone? He stepped closer to me, his eyes skimming over my body. "Hmm, well done Sophia. I never thought you could have survived on your own. You were always weak and worthless, but maybe you've changed? I'm still shocked that your alive, you should have been dead by now. I guess I didn't do a good enough job." He chuckled, grinning at my expression. My body shaked, my head spinned. "If your hear for answers Sophia, go ahead and leave. Your a waste of my time, always was and always have been." I just stood there, letting him know how I wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. He waited, as if he wanted me to say something but nothing came out. "Aren't you going to respond child? You've waiting all your life for this moment and now you're just going to waste it? Pathetic." He stepped closer, his hands making fists. His breath still smelled like alcohol like it always did.
I let out a sharp cry. My gut was bursting with pain. My jello legs let go and I clasped to the floor. My head hit the floor, making everything blurry. "Leaving you was the best decision I've ever made, but you just can't stay away can you?" I heard a loud crack, at first I wasn't sure what to, but then I felt it. I felt my leg break. It was hell. "But this should teach you to stay away, and if it doesn't, I'm not sure what will." Another crack came from my rip cage this time. If all of my ribs weren't broken after this, I would be surprised. I let a yelp out, I wasn't able to hold it in. "You're just as weak as your mother was." He kicked my head to the ground, blood leaking from the top. He turned around, thinking I must have pasted out from what condition I was in. My one arm limped to my side as it felt something in my pocket. A knife. I slowly took it out and crawled quietly to him. I stood up carefully, using my good leg. As I was inches behind him, he let out a laugh. "You never give up do you?" He slowly turned around to find me. A surprise I was to him. I flung my knife into his chest, letting him know my answer. No, I never gave up. And I never will.
