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My vision goes hazy and I feel something drip down my cheek. I blink rapidly in an attempt to get the haze out of my eyes.
Busy focusing on trying to keep myself from blacking out, I don't see his knee until it's right in front of my face.
He knees me in the mouth and blood soon coats my lips, teeth, and tongue. I don't even know what all is coming down my face. Blood mixed with tears.
Through my still hazy eyes, I look up at him.
His eyes switch from malicious to only slightly concerned. The concerned being the tiny bit of sober left in him.
I thank God when he walks past me and up the stairs, done.
I stay on the floor for a while, letting my tears mix with the blood on my face. Eventually, the haziness fades away and my head is only left pounding.
My cheek stings wickedly but adrenaline still courses through me keeping the pain of my mouth and cheek to a minimum.
But eventually, adrenaline will wear off.
On the floor, my gray sweatshirt covered in my own blood, the coppery taste of blood in my mouth, and the pain of the welts on my back, I come to a decision.
Enough is enough.
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I don't really write about 'gore' stuff, like all bloody things and getting punched because I have no idea if it's good or not but I hope it is!
Next chapter coming soon! (Sorry about thelittlecliffhanger)
Oh, and by the way, school sucks.
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Word count: 4609
-Ashlyn Montgomery
Chapter 23: Retaliation
?Azalea?
I rise from my position on the floor slowly making my best attempts not to fall over and injure myself further.
I grip onto the railing of the stairs once I can reach it and on my way to the kitchen, I hold onto anything that I think will keep me standing.
I grip the paper towels on the hook they sit on and only just now realize how bloodied my hands are. I turn and look at the trail of blood I left behind on the railing of the stairs, the wall, and even the couch.
How much am I bleeding? Can you run out?
I catch my reflection in our mirror-like, shiny microwave and I gasp.
The left side of my face iscoveredin blood, my teeth are red-stained with the blood that drips down my chin, and it breaks my heart all over again.
How could a father do this to their child?
I grab the paper towels and try to wipe the excess blood from my cheek. I can't even get half an inch away from the cut from his ring on my cheekbone; it hurts too bad.
I wipe my chin but the blood from both places still doesn't stop and my tears don't either. Blood soaks the paper towel and I go to grab another.
Every slight movement of my cheek makes me want to stub my toe on something just to have pain somewhere else to take my mind off it.
