Bailey Part Two

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I lay on the floor gasping for air. Murky, dark red blood drips down the side of my scarred face. I tenderly touch the gash etched right next to my left eye. I furiously blink back tears. I can't cry. I have to be strong and get out of this hellish life. My hair spills out of that tight military-style bun I've learned to love. My eyes blur with pain as a pair of strong arms yanked me up, and I snarl, gritting my teeth. I hold out my dagger, gaining that fiery streak again.

"There's the girl I know," Dad whispers, in this deathly quiet voice.

I mask a wicked grin as I thrust the dagger forward. Dad pulls out his gun, and I duck, rolling over on my side. I manage to scrape the inside of his leg, so he winces in pain and punches me. I crumple to the floor, my eyes brimming at the end of darkness. I thrash, not wanting to enter the abyss of pain. Failing, I enter into that familiar world of darkness.

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I wake up to find myself in a pool of blood. My body hurts as if knives are cutting into my body, and it feels like it's on fire when I get up. Dad passed out from drinking. And Mom? I let out a bitter laugh. She left me years ago for a normal life. Her selfishness destroyed my already shaky future. She left me to live with a monster. A monster that trains me to become a military soldier for every day of my damned life. If there was any hope at all back then, it has all been shattered.

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