Book 2

I yearned to cry, but tears 
never came.  I pressed the 
back of my hand to my upper 
lip to find blood tricking out of 
my nose. I looked over my 
body, examining all my new 
injuries. I had bruises all up my 
calves and a huge bruise on my 
thigh from his bulky boots. My 
wrist was sore, but I don't think 
it was broken.  My entire 
abdomen was a mix of purple 
and yellow and the scratch 
down my back was at least a 
foot and a half long. I felt my 
cheek; it was still warm from 
his forceful blows. It had been 
worse than this before. 
     I stumbled to the kitchen 
holding my nose shut. I turned 
the faucet on and a pumping 
noise emitted from under the 
sink, but water never spilt out 
of the rusted spout. (Damn, the 
water bill.) We barely had 
enough money for the milk and 
ramen noodles stocked in our 
fridge.
     I grabbed the damp rag that 
laid on the counter and brought 
it to my nose. It reeked of 
mildew so strongly that I had to 
hold my breath as I wiped my 
lip. I drew the blinds and the 
room was engulfed by 
darkness. I sunk down into a 
chair at the kitchen table. I 
cupped my hands and covered 
my face.

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