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This is the first part of one of my old stories.
Critique welcomed. 3nodding
I woke up in a white walled room, with a boy laying at my side, his arm draped over my waist. I was used to this, living on the streets wasn’t something you forget. I looked around for a second and then sat up, setting the boys arm where my waist was. As I was slipping on my boxers; he woke up. “Where you going boy?” he asked, looking at me dressing. “I have to go.” I said and hopped into my pants, buttoning them quickly. “Now you just hold on a second. I’m not finished with you.” The boy said and sat up quickly. I slipped on my shirt and headed towards the door. “Don’t you dare open that door.” He commanded. I stood there for a couple seconds, my hand on the doorknob. After I’d turned around, he was in my face. “You aren’t going anywhere until I say you can.” He said in my ear, pressing me against the wall. I slipped under his arm and ran towards the window but he grabbed me by the hair and spun me around. “Are you retarded or something?!” he screamed in my face. “I gave you what you wanted. I’m leaving.” I said, even though my knees were buckling. I put my hand on the window and he shoved me down, kicking my stomach. “YOU ARENT GOING ANYWHERE!” he screamed, looking down at me. Then he randomly stalked out of the room, I’m guessing to the bathroom. Wherever he went, I had to leave. I pulled open his window and jumped out quickly, it was raining, but not too hard. I took off at top speed, running through his lawn and down the sidewalk. “DACIAN!” I heard him scream from behind me. I didn’t stop, but he caught up to me some how. His fist reached my lip before I even realized he had reached me. I screamed and took off, running as fast as my legs would take me. He caught up to me again, and then it really started. I couldn’t see anything; I just felt his fists and his feet smashing into me. “HEY!” I heard from another voice. I managed to get one eye open, and I recognized the car right away. “What are you doing?!” Blake screamed, opening his door. “Stay out of this.” The boy said and kicked me, that’s when I blacked out. I remembered pain, and that’s about it.
 SlaughterinParadise · Thu Jul 30, 2009 @ 07:53am · 1 Comments |
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