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.
Copyright © Maddie Knickel | Year Posted 2013
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