His reasons are always the same. One slap, because I was a mistake. Two kicks, because he's stuck with me. Three punches, because in his eyes I'm a disgrace, and lastly, the final knockout hit because I'm the reason why his life was destroyed.
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" keep your head up, and your heart strong "
- Ben Howard
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Robert Summers was not pleased.
His eyes were narrowed into a deadly glare, his nostrils flared, his arms crossed, and his jaw locked. He was angry, and I hadn't even realized to what extent.
He pushed his body off of the wall with his shoulder in one jerky motion, his knuckles turning white as he clenched his hands into fists and let his arms fall to his sides. "Where have you been?'' His voice was calm, but I knew better than to feel relieved, for his eyes told a completely different story. His eyes screamed furious.
"I-I'm sorry!" I squeaked "I was at a friend's house..."
"You think that's an acceptable excuse for being absent all day?" he seethed, taking a single step forward
"You're right. I'm sorry. It won't happen again!" I trembled in my spot as he took another menacing step forward. For a moment, nothing was said. Robert stood there, lividly glaring at me. Then his voice sliced through the silence like a knife.
"No, It won't."
He marched towards me, swinging a fist at my head, the force sent my flying onto the floor. Before I could move even a finger, his foot smashed into my side repeatedly until I managed to push myself away. I pulled my body up off the floor using the wall for support as he advanced on me once again.
Robert grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me back into the wall so hard I could feel a fiery sensation crawling up my spine and into the back of my head. He launched his fist at any part of my body that he could reach.
It wasn't until he got a few punches in did he decide he'd done enough. By then my body had reached such a point of exhaustion I could barely move, and instead of attempting to pull myself down the hall, I reached out for the bag of my bloodied clothes, using that as a pillow before slipping away into darkness.
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I hardly remembered waking up hours later to make Robert a bowl of oatmeal before he had to go to work, or shuffling down the hall and into my bed. I fully woke up around three in the afternoon, my body aching and screaming for me to go back to sleep. If it wasn't for my phone, which was buzzing erratically on my nightstand, I probably would have.
I reached out and shakily took my phone in my hands.
Gemma - Hey Erin! You wanna do something today with the guys and I?
