I kissed the bitch, blood on my lips. holy shit, he scarred the bitch, i grabbed her bra, and tell her she can
She can, she can- run, run, run my head....
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"well you fucked her up" x said as he carried me. we were currently on our way back to the house, hopefully before the boys came back.
"i told you they wouldn't touch me" i smirked as i fixed my grip around his neck, one of his arms were around my back as the other held my legs.
the events that previously happened played in my head, thinking to the girl i had nearly beaten half to death in the parking lot of the Corner Store & the man x had beaten for me.
the stitching strips that were placed on my head were ripped off my darren causing my head drip a trail of blood all the way back to ski's house.
as we approached the drive way we seen that they weren't home, causing us to sigh in relief.
he unlocked the door & walked inside, dropping me on the couch that stood before us.
"can i shower" i asked him as i stood up.
"yeah i'll give you some clothes. i always keep some here" he spoke as he brought me to the guest room.
he handed me a t-shirt & a pair of shorts with a towel & soap before he led me to the bathroom.
i got inside & closed the door, locking it behind me. i placed the clothes on the toilet seat & started the water.
as i waited for the shower water to warm up, i placed my hands on both sides of the sink. i let out a shaky breath as i remembered about my father.
i ran my hands through my tangled, curly hair as the situation began to brew a vast amount of stress & anxiety inside of me. i hissed as my hand came in contact with the gash that was there.
i peeled the dirty clothes off my body & threw them to the corner of the room before stepping into the warm shower.
the warm water glided down my body before disappearing into the drain before my feet.
i scrubbed away the brown marks that formed underneath my nails & the dried blood that remained on my bruised face.
i stepped out the shower, grabbing a towel that hung on the rack above the toilet. i dried myself off before jumping into the clothes that were given to me.
i then took a moment to take in my complexion, seeing the purple bruises & red cuts my father had left we're now becoming faint.
i threw away the bar of soap since i wasn't going to need it again & threw the towels in the laundry basket before grabbing my clothes.
i traced back into the living room, seeing x sitting on the coach before me.
"i threw the towels i used in the laundry, do you have a bag i can put these in" i asked as i referred to my clothes.
