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Post by brittany anne conti on Jun 30, 2009 21:16:18 GMT -3
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OOC:// I'm going to try first person with her... just to see how I do with it.
I could feel my father's fist come across my right shoulder with strength that I was way to familiar with. He was yelling at me, his face red and mine blank. His words reflected that this was all my fault, but I didn't know what was my fault! I took another hit. This time it was his palm hitting my collar bone. As much as it hurt I ignored the pain, for my own good. I scowled at him when he turned his back and without a word I walked out the sliding glass door and ran into the trees behind my house.
My light pink flip-flops were in my hand as I ran at a swift pace through the thick forest. I could feel the wind whip my long blonde hair behind me. I wore a white tank top over a pale pink one. I had on a pair of faded jean shorts that ended right above my knees. I was sure now that these were the cloths I'd wear for months if I had to just to escape my dad.
I stopped and put my hands on my knees as I panted. I thought I lost him and I was confident in that until I heard him coming up on the same clearing I was. I was to out of breath to run again so I just stood there, my feet planted in the ground and my arms crossed sternly across my chest. Then he was clear in sight and I inhaled somewhat nervously, but the fear never showed on my face. I wondered if that was what pissed him off sometimes.
When He started getting closer I took a step back. When I stepped his arm extended and he had a fist full of my hair. My hands instinctively shot up and he took that opportunity to take my wrists in his free hand. I dropped my shoes and started pulling against him. "Stop it! Let me go!" I continuously pulled and yelled, but he was stronger and never for a second let me forget that. "You live in my house, you listen to my rules." He said tugging me along. I continued screaming at him. "No! I don't want to live in your house! Let me go!"
Something I said got to him and I was pushed to the ground, the grip on my wrists was gone but now I was being kicked. I was kicking back of course but it only took two blows to the head before I was coughing and then things went black. The last thing I remembered hearing was him saying the word 'useless'.
So there I was on the forest floor unconscious, but I woke up not long after he left. My head ache was so bad I didn't even move. If I felt this awful, I couldn't imagine how I must look.
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