Help... Help Me... {Lyndis}
Jun 22, 2017 19:32:04 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 22, 2017 19:32:04 GMT -5
LANDON MINK
"You're such a wimp, Landon! Suck it up!" Emerson yelled at me harshly.
I winced in pain as he drove his fist into my stomach, knocking me to the ground.
"Stop... please..." I gasped to my brother as his abuse continued. He ignored me, continuing to hit me as hard as he could. His foot stomped into my already broken ribs that he'd caused a few days earlier. I screamed loudly, and he tried to silence me.
"Shut your mouth, kid!" He said harshly, trying to cover my mouth with his hand. I was struggling to get out from under him, but it didn't work. His body weight was more than mine, though, and I couldn't escape. I continued to struggle as he kept his hand over my mouth and pounded his other fist into my chest. This time, I coughed hard enough that Emerson removed his hand from my mouth, only to reveal blood on it.
It was my blood. He was hitting me so hard that I coughed up blood.
That was when I heard someone coming. Could they help me? Could anyone really help me? Emerson seemed to have noticed, too, though. He was up and off of me in seconds, running away down the scarcely traveled street that he'd decided to attack me on.
Immediately, I rolled over, coughing some more. More blood came up, reddening the pavement beside me as I waited for help that I doubted would ever come.
I winced in pain as he drove his fist into my stomach, knocking me to the ground.
"Stop... please..." I gasped to my brother as his abuse continued. He ignored me, continuing to hit me as hard as he could. His foot stomped into my already broken ribs that he'd caused a few days earlier. I screamed loudly, and he tried to silence me.
"Shut your mouth, kid!" He said harshly, trying to cover my mouth with his hand. I was struggling to get out from under him, but it didn't work. His body weight was more than mine, though, and I couldn't escape. I continued to struggle as he kept his hand over my mouth and pounded his other fist into my chest. This time, I coughed hard enough that Emerson removed his hand from my mouth, only to reveal blood on it.
It was my blood. He was hitting me so hard that I coughed up blood.
That was when I heard someone coming. Could they help me? Could anyone really help me? Emerson seemed to have noticed, too, though. He was up and off of me in seconds, running away down the scarcely traveled street that he'd decided to attack me on.
Immediately, I rolled over, coughing some more. More blood came up, reddening the pavement beside me as I waited for help that I doubted would ever come.
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