Try And Save Me... Please

It's A Rain of Pain

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Yes it is short :D I don't really know why. xD I was originally planning on making it longer, but it became too long and there was this awkward-ish time skip in the middle of what I had so far, so I decided to just cut it in the time skip. The next chapter will be longer :D definately. That's if I finish it though. 

For whoever reads this (if there even is anyone :/) I'm going through a tough time now so I the next chapter might take a SUPER LONG time to upload even if I finished half of it already. Sorry~. 

Now on to the chapter. *fake enthusiasm*

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Fear was causing my heart to race, or was that from the pain, or maybe the adrenaline, but I swore that they could hear it. Every thud against my ribcage, every pounding, every… what was it… ‘ahh I can’t think right now… my head hurts too much.’

I couldn’t even tell when I was thinking or when I was just dreaming, heck I might have even been talking aloud like some of those crazy hobos on the street that yell at you, or themselves, for no reason.

‘Asprin… I need some asprin… I need these guys to go away.’

“M…mom?” My voice came out shaky before I even knew I had taken a breath to speak. The boss guy seemed to freeze before bending down and smiling at me from behind his sunglasses. “Little girl, do you know where daddy and mommy are?” His sickly sweet voice came slithering in and almost soothed me for a second before I remembered that this guy wanted to beat me up. “No… came home… place was trashed.” I couldn’t stop the shaking, in my body and in my voice.

“Ah? Really?” He stands up too quick for my injured head and I almost want to fall to the side. ‘How am I even sitting?’ I look down and realize that I changed my leg position in a sad attempt of a criss cross. ‘When did I? … Doesn’t even matter anymore…’ I look back up at the four men in front of me and all I know is that they want my parents, and they're willing to beat me to know what I know, which is nothing.

“Why… do you want them?” My voice is coming out steadier and my eyes are less blurry and dizzy, but that doesn’t mean that my head hurts any less. There are still sharp pains that shoot through me when I talk or think too much or too loud, or when I move my neck.

The three lackey-like guys look to their boss who picks up my chair that was knocked down and sits on it. He takes off his sunglasses and I’m surprised at the warm brown irises that lie there, then shocked even more at how cold they turn when he speaks. “Well you see little girl, your daddy borrowed a lot of money from me. Something about bills or another.” A small sigh, is it supposed to be a sad one? “Well he wrote your mother as the one to shoulder his debt should he disappear, but it seems he has taken her with him. Too bad though that he didn’t read the contract.” He takes out a folded piece of paper from his suit pocket and unfolds it. “It says here, should they be married and have a child, the debt will go to their child in the event that they are not found.”

My eyes go wide. My head may not be in its best condition but I know what that means. My father borrowed money from this loan shark or gang member and ran. Now I have a debt to pay if they can’t find them. “H… how much money did that man borrow…” He seems surprised that I don’t call that man my dad, but he answers my question anyway. “He originally borrowed five thousand dollars, but interest piled up and now it’s up to ten thousand. Pity too, I even went easy on him.” He makes a ‘tut tut’ noise with his mouth and shakes his head while keeping his gaze on me. 

Suddenly he stands up and lurks over to me shaking the contract in my face. “So tell me where your father and mother are.” His soothing voice is gone, replaced with a cold, hard, calculative voice, just like his brown eyes. “I don’t know where my mother is.” Suddenly a punch is sent to my already abused right cheek and tears gather quickly in my eyes as I’m knocked to the side from the blow. “So you know where your father is?”

I try to shake my head but find it impossible to so instead I open my mouth and barely choke the words out. “My father is dead… he is not my father.. anymore… However, if you’re looking for the man that raised me…. He is probably with my mother somewhere.”  I don’t know where it started or where it ended, but all of a sudden my body is getting flung to the wall from ferocious kicks to my body. I can feel my legs getting knocked about and my head is flung back as black dots cover my eye sight for a split second when I can’t keep my guard up.

I vaguely hear a voice and suddenly all the hits are gone, but the pain is still there, everywhere. Someone grabs my hair and I’m pushed into a sitting position again, leaning against the wall. “Don’t talk back to me little girl.” I try to open my eyes but there is blood dripping into one and I can’t see well out of it. I try to blink it away but that action causes a splintering headache to appear so I stop. I can’t feel my arms and my legs but my body feels as if it’s on fire and I feel as if I’m going to hurl. Luckily it doesn’t feel like I broke anything since it doesn’t hurt when I breathe too much, or maybe I should say I haven’t broken anything yet.

“Now, are you sure you don’t know where they are?”  I manage a small nod with much difficulty. A sigh and a shake if the head shows me that the guy isn’t happy with my answer, the malice rolling off of him helped too. “Well, you don’t seem like you’re lying, but just to make sure I’ll have my men here take care of you okay?” Just as he’s about to leave me shaking on the ground in fear he stops and I feel a bit of hope, hope that he’ll let me go without hurting me. “In the case that you really are telling the truth… Well, the new guy needs to learn the ropes some more anyways.” He walks out leaving me crying tears of fear pressed against the wall.

Then the rain of punches began. Left, right, grabbing my arm to pull it away from my face, kicking me in the gut, pain, just pain anywhere and everywhere. I don’t even have enough time to take a breath and scream in between their kicks and punches. Once in a while I’ll vaguely sense a lighter punch before pain overrides my senses again from another place of my body. Suddenly my arm is set free and I fall to the ground. Blood is in my eyes that are swelling, my mouth has cuts that have blood coming out to choke me, my jaw hurts too much, too much pain to describe, to keep track of. All of a sudden from swollen eyes I see a shoe hurtling at my face and I feel my face bloom with intense, nerve racking pain before snapping back to collide with the wall and the next thing I know black dots are dancing in my vision, getting bigger. I accept the darkness, will it to grow, to engulf, I will it to lull me to oblivion. Death would be welcomed at this point with open arms.

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