𝘉𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

a m a r a n t h i n e

moon looks pretty in darkness

- a c c e p t a n c e 

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Althea POV

I laid on the floor as my body shook. He had left an hour ago after giving me the worst beating so far and I still couldn't get off the floor without screaming. I could feel tears streaming down my face. My body had cuts, bruises, cigarette and knife burns, and blood streaming down my back due to be whipped repeatedly. 

I don't know how much my body could and how much I could take. How could he do this to his own daughter? His own flesh and blood? 

I laid there for an another hour before the bleeding stopped and I could manage getting off the floor without screaming and biting my lip till I tasted  blood. 

I dragged myself off of the floor and crawled up the stairs and up the stair slow as a snail. I got too my room and laid down as gently as possible on the bed which was not done with grace. I closed my eyes and I was out. 

* Later *

I woke up with my body numb as fuck and blood all over my clothes. I remember coming home and then....dad. I forget about that and crane my neck to look at the time and saw it was fucking 10 p.m and that tonight was the night I was supposed to fight James.

There was no way I could fight them, I was too weak. I had too though. If I didn't, they would come to my house and possibly meet my father and if not that then they would find me and kill me. 

There was no way to escape The Satan's Son's.

I put ointment all over my injuries and wounds hissing every couple seconds as it was nearly impossible to do the job with the pain. I changed into my clothes I usually wear when I'm fighting and to hide my identity. 

I slowly move towards the door regretting every step I take as I wither in pain. I didn't know how I was going to fight James as I couldn't take a step without being in pain but I would have to try and do my best. 

How fucked up was my life? How could it get any worse?

With that thought, I walked down the stairs and out the door and got on my motorcycle. I rode slowly and thought of Noah and his gang. 

I don't know why Noah was talking to me but it wasn't good. I needed to stay away from him. I just hope he stays away from me, which I think is highly doubtful since he always has his smoldering dark eyes on me in the hallways in school. 

I arrived at the place where the fight was supposed to take place and got off my motorcycle. I limped towards the dark shadows to wait for them. 

I was really dreading this moment, I was so weak and tired but I was no coward. I would face them and try. I didn't want to join their gang so I couldn't lose. I heard a motorcycle roar and then it got louder until I could see three motorcycles stop by mine.

They had arrived.Noah stepped off first and then the other two next. The leaned against their bikes and waited. 

I stepped out of the shadows and their eyes went to me. Noah held an impassive look on his face as I stepped out. I held my eyes blank as I stepped - sorry, limped - forward. As I expected their eyes went straight to my limp and narrowed. 

❝Why are you walking like that?❞ Noah said in a slightly suspicious tone.

❝None of your business, I want to get this over with.❞ I said back my voice coming out in a croak from all the screaming earlier.

I could tell he noticed my voice and how it doesn't sound like that but chose to ignore it. With a flick of his wrist, James stepped forward and Noah and Liam stepped back a couple steps to observe and stay out of their way. 

I wince as I get in my fighting stance and Noah and Liam get more suspicious. I see that James had gotten into his fighting stance and now was bouncing around on his toes. 

We start circling and I decide that I was going to throw the first punch. I throw a punch aimlessly and James blocks it effortlessly and kicks me in the ribs. I scream as I fall a few feet away and hold my ribs. If they weren't broken before, they were now. There were tears streaming down my face but I would refuse to back down. 

I get up off the ground biting my lip drawing blood as I tried not to scream again. I knew I had to stop attacking and more defensing (There was really no attacking going on). I see James moving towards me and throw up an arm to block the punch that was flying towards my face and with his other arm he uppercuts me. I fall back a couple steps and hold my chin. I'm swimming in pain and there's blood dripping down my face but I refused to fall. I run forward and trick him into thinking I was going to punch him in face but instead throw a powerful punch to his chest. I knew that would cause him to have trouble with breathing.

He falls back and puts a hand to his chest. I see Noah and Liam move step forward as if to see he's okay but they don't go any further. That means his chest is his weakness. And my gain. With him distracted, I use a move that's my favorite for men. I kicked him in the junk.  

As he bends down at the waist with his head down clutching his junk, I throw his head up and go to land a punch against his face but he catches my wrist and snaps it to the side. That little shit broke my wrist. I fall to the ground on my knees whimpering while clutching my broken wrist. Fucking hell, this hurts.

I didn't hear him get up because I was too busy swimming in pain, but I felt him grip my hair and throw my head up. I crack my head up just to see him cock his arm back and I let a slight smile grace my lips as I knew what was coming. He threw his arm forward as I closed my eyes and I think he hesitated before he threw the punch. Everything hurts.     

I saw black dots appear behind my closed eyes and then I embraced the darkness. 

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so sorry it took me so long to finish this chapter, and also the longest chapter i wrote.

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1170 words. 

x grace