Burning Tears

Burning Tears

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Oct 10, 2018
"Stop it you're hurting me!" I cry he doesn't listen and bangs my head against the wall with every word "STUPID" "NO GOOD" "THING" a tear rolls down my cheek my head throbs with pain with a final hard knock to the wall with my head he walks away as I fall down to the ground in pain my eye sight blurs as I try to get up the stairs to my room across from my dads its silent I cringe as I step up the stairs creaking every step I made it to my room and shut the door a crack i hear footsteps then my door opens my dad stands in front of me his large shadow casting darkness over my room my heart starts to beat.....................
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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