Hurt Part 1

Hurt Part 1

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication dim., mai 10, 2015
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I sat there and watched the other side of the room intently, noticing every single little detail. A huge crack in my wall caused by where i had my head banged against it multiple times until my head bled and i screamed bloody murder. The blood stained carpet where i was shot in the shoulder by my drunken brother. The rips in the flowered wall paper where my brother scratched the words, “i’ll see you in hell you little brat”. The picture of my parents my brother and I before they died. My brother wasn't always like this, he used to be happy and nice, that was a year ago before our parents died. I was 16 he was 20 and still living with us while he earned enough to buy a house. Even back then i always knew that there was something about him didn't quite understand about him. The night my parents died he completely snapped he turned to me and hit me so many times it caused a trip to the E.R. He told the doctors that i tripped and fell down a flight of stairs, that wasn't the case. I got up and walked to my mirror the dark circles under my eyes seemed to illuminate through the darkness. I looked down and could see my ribs stand out broadly through the thin fabric in which i could hardly call a shirt. As i studied my ribs i realized i hadn't eaten in days. I honestly didn't care. I always tried to wear nail polish on my fingernails to hide the fact that they were an odd color indicating that my body was lacking nutrition. My brother came into my room to deliver my daily beatings. I was unaware he entered the room as I felt a hand pulling my hair and head back.
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"Who are you?" He asked eyes as wide and bright as the moon. His expression didn't even fit his pretty face anymore, it was just plastered there laughing at me crushing me down. This is not me! I don't get emotional and break down. I was raised to be strong and fight these horrible beasts that murdered my family. I took a look at him. He was all tied up and bruised. His dress shirt was wet and torn with blood all over it. I hated how he looked, it broke me down. "Answer me!" He yelled nearly in my face. I closed my eyes shut and felt a tear leave my eye. How can i just betray him like this? And make a fool out of myself. "I.. I.." I started but i couldn't Finnish my words. I felt like i'd die if i do. I met Josh Teris when i was attacked by a pack of werewolves. He was on the side of the creak when i saw him i could tell he was a werewolf, he had a dark and dangerous look to him. He was the most beautiful man I've ever seen, he was clueless so i lied to him my name and made up a whole different person that i wasn't. Maybe i did it because i wanted to get away from the life i had. Be normal for just one second. My life was based on rules and whenever i was with him he made me feel alive. I knew danger was lurking in his way. When it came it revealed all of me. Secrets came out and things started to reveal that i never thought was true myths that i read about in old books at least i thought they were myths. Now he knows and now i don't know if he would look at me the same. Every Vengeance, Has it's Price.

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