Running
He had put his hand over my mouth,
And I bit him as hard as I could. I tasted his blood seeping through my teeth.
I wanted to get away so bad but the force, his force, was the only thing holding me back.
I yelled as loud as I could. I was Just yelling and yelling for help but no one came.
He grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the wall.
I franticly got up and ran for the door.
He stopped me by my hair but in my head I was still running,
Running for help.
Copyright © Kelsey Marie Wren | Year Posted 2009
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