what I had said to my father. "Frikke Clean up your act or I am If you leave the house. You understand?" His words will kill me, and I tried to get out of his grip. He let her go and I fell on the tiles on the floor. I gasped for air and my face began to return it to its original color. I got up, dazed from lack of air and went as fast as I could into my room. I closed the door and sat down on my bed. Still Breathing slow, heavy breaths. My neck ached with each breath. He hurt me ...
Friday, November 20, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 ความคิดเห็น:
Post a Comment