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ears

my forehead, mixing with my tears and falling onto my clothes. My whole body w

but he just kicked me in the stomach, making me hunch over in pa

door at the end of the hallway. He opened it and threw me across the floor. My knees skidded across the hardwood a

ve been older than sixteen. He sat tied up to a chair with blood running down his face from everywhere. I

ou twice," Dimitri growled from behind me

g the floor behind me with each step that he took, getting closer to me a

t.

so wobbly and it was taking everything in me not to fall. My arms were sha

many bloodshed-related things that a twelve-

face me. I looked away from him, feeling my heart beating in

e middle. I almost dropped it because of how heavy it was, but I caught on to it and loo

learn how to fight and kill, something your father should've taught you," he spat angril

re family away from me and kept me from suffering without them. He took me to torture me and make

at me and I jumped a

e unconscious boy that sat in front of me. I held the gu

f what he took from me and all he had done to me. I wa

uldn't get away without shooting him. It would only cause

ing like this for him, but it always f

ting to see myself take this poor

me and grabbed my hair roughly, making me open my eyes to look at

eyes open, Anabelle

of the boy's chest. I didn't flinch or jump back like I usually did. He made me into somethin

p just feeling empty. I felt nothing. I didn't feel bad like

he gun as he dragged me down the long

t much older than me and we all trained together, but Dimitri was always harder

nd pushed me inside. I fell to

eave me in there, but he got closer to me and

ope you learn your lesson," he mumbled to me, t

amed and cried, begging for him to let me out but all I heard was silence on the oth

as nothing in there. Nothing but a bro

ken little girl wh

ed to take deep breaths and calm myself down, but all I could feel was myself in that cold room, dark and a

to the clock that read it was four-thirty a.m. I wasn't going to be

ll the time because I was always exhausted, which I didn't thi

y regretted it because of how weak I fel

u

der my breath. I entered my bathroom, which had black and white marble counters an

a wall with a bench on the side to sit on. To the left was my walk-in closet, which wa

t-aid kit from under the sink, and observe

nt and lighter that I kept in there. I put the joint to my lips and lit the end