Sitting up to catch those simple breaths. Wishing he just killed. My face still hurts a lot and my theigh, oh gosh I just realized I won't be able to run. FUCK I let out in frustration. Seeing the cut made me wanna vomit even more, foooddd I was so hungry. My tummy rumbled and my face went white. SHIT he was coming back and he had something with him. A gun. Shifting around my heart was pounding and breathing got hard again. Tears streaming down my face and I thought I could hear death comeing closer. Closing my precious mouth, sitting up straight, showing him that I was strong even if he did kill me. Creeping up my spine the laughter he made. It wasn't the dude who kidnapped me and cut me. It was.
My dad.
