I want your alls opinion first on something before I post the first two chapters... hopefully I can either post it all at once or once a week... though I would like to ask if you would want to see this book finished and written out well... any way a snip to pick at
When I was about 14 I had just gotten done being beaten and started to cry. As my father yelled for me to shut up, I just let out sob after sob. Faster then I had intended for him to come, he was there hitting me again over and over again. “no..no...n…” My sobs came faster now as I began to growl. Now was my time to take action, it was my time to run. It was if a small fire now built itself in my soul as, I let out a scream and rolled over to a familiar spot, careful to grab a knife I had hidden in a hole back from a previous beating. I had crafted the spot on a day that he left me broken on that floor, one that he would never see coming. It was a deceitful spot just between the couch and end table as it hit the floor board. It popped up and hit him in the face leaving a small cut on his cheek, but whatbI would do next was much more, that then red that dripped from his cheek would seem like nothing. I remember it all and I remember the smirk on his face as he died, it was like he saw his own curl joke looking back at him this time.
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