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Submitted to Contest #268
Her tears stung as they dripped into the gash on her cheekbone. Helena was looking at herself in the mirror, trying to clean the wound as best she could. It wasn't the first time her father had smacked her around like this, but she knew it would be the last. She felt so much fear in the place she should feel the safest. Her home. Her mother never stopped it. She would just look away. She also knew her mother would be up to her room soon, to check on her. To make sure she was alright. Part of her loved hermother for the comfort she showed aft...
The bartender placed the cold beer down in front of him. Condensation already dripping down onto the coaster, making his mouth water with anticipation. It had been a few months since he had been out in the real world. After she left him. Or rather, after he kicked her ass out. They had been together for three years. Three of the best years of his life. He thought they were happy. He had even saved up enough money to buy her the engagement ring of her dreams. Thankfully he didn't end up buying it yet. He was on his way to the jewelers, when ...
Submitted to Contest #235
Her heart was pounding hard in her chest and her lungs were on fire. It felt like she had been running for hours, but he was still so close behind her. She was small and weak. That's what happens when you're five years old, mal nourished and locked in a tiny room for weeks on end. How long had she been trapped there? Had it been weeks? Months? Longer? She didn't know. She just knew that one day she would get away. She had to get away. She had finally seen her opening. One split second where his back was turned to her and he hadn't cuffed h...
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