CHAPTER 13 | ABUSE (#)

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- Liana's POV - 

- SCHOOL, Monday, 4:35 PM - 

When I came out of the classroom, I hear a loud commotion by my locker.

I approach the scene, only to see Jordan and a guy.

The person runs away as fast a he could.

"Jordan, what did you do?!" I yell, pushing him harshly.

"Why don't you look at this?!" He shows me his phone with a picture of a guy placing an envelope on my locker.

I push him away again and chased the person.

How could he do this?

"Hey! Wait!" I yell out, but he never turned.

The figure looks familiar.

Is that Aidan?

- Aidan's POV - 

- STREETS, 4:40 PM - 

While running, I dropped my glasses off and it broke.

She continued chasing me until I arrived home.

But, "he" was there, drinking and smoking.

"Oh look, my victim's home." He growls, placing down his glass and runs to me.

He looks behind me and sees her.

I look also behind, and there she is.

"So you brought a sl*t with you, huh?" He points at Liana threateningly.

"I'm calling the police!" She yells as she picks up her phone.

He shakes his head and starts to yank her jacket.

"If you do that, I'll find you and kill you too." He says, as he pulls her closer to him and throws her off the ground.

"Liana, go! Run!" I yell out, struggling out of my stepfather's grip on my arm.

She runs away as fast as she could with tears forming on her eyes.

He drags me inside the house.

I see mother, unconscious on the ground with bruises on her eyes.

She has deep cuts on her arms.

He brings me to my room and locks the door.

He ties me up to a chair so tight that I couldn't escape.

"You should join in the fun, just like you're mother." He spat, bring out a belt from his pants.

He whips me hard on my leg, making me scream in pain.

"Why don't we discipline you? You're worthless anyway." He roars, whipping me again on my hips.

The pain is unbearable.

I can't move.

I scream again, clenching my fists, holding the pain.

"Maybe this is one way to make you shut your mouth." He ties a handkerchief on my mouth so I couldn't make a sound.

He continues whipping me hardly onto my body.

The pain is killing me.

Tears come out of my eyes.

I try to hold the pain...

But it is unbearable.

Tears kept falling as I start crying.

"Here's to make you feel better." He brought out a sharp knife.

He places it near my arm, and slits it deep into my flesh.

I scream with pain as blood comes out.

He continues, slicing more parts of my flesh.

I cry more, my teeth digging into the cloth.

He starts punching me hard on my face.

Untying me, he throws me down and kicks me across my body.

I yelp, feeling every pain on my body.

He keeps on kicking me until I was completely bruised.

He picks up a wine bottle and smashes across my face.

It shattered, and cut a part on my face.

He continued abusing me, until I was mortally wounded.

In a second, my vision fades.

Liana, please save me...

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