I groan in pain as another hit to my stomach was given by my older sister, Prima.The reason she's hitting me, simple. I may have accidentally called her Primacrazy instead of the close name Prima. I usually refer her to Primacary when she can't hear me but this time she caught me.Blow after blow after blow was given to me with her pointy high heels until my white sweater had a thin ring of wet blood around my middle."Clean that up!" she spat gesturing to the small pool of blood on the tile floor next to me.I nodded as she left the dining room to the outside which was only available to me to get beer, medicine, or groceries.Standing up I became drowsy as I stumbled to the jacket closet, pulling out the mop that was crusted with my blood from five years ago."Oh, the memories." I chuckle dryly as I fill up a bucket with water.Dipping the crusty mop into the warm water I sloshed it across the floor making sure not to hit the rug that was a half foot away.But just to my luck the wa

I am pulled out of the darkness that warped itself around me last night and into the light that I call my living room ceiling fan.I groaned pulling all my strength together I pull myself upstairs going into the bathroom to inspect the damage.Ten new bruises had started to form on my lower back as five medium sized ones started growing along my sides with about ten more on my back.Looking at my back I noticed red slashes that were easily identified as a whip hit. I've lived through these so long that I know where a bruise would form when they only kicked me once. I noticed the difference between a slap to the back and a slash to the back with a belt or some type of whip.After dressing them and pulling on a mahogany sweater with light washed jeans I slowly descended the stairs careful not to move too much.Reaching the floor I felt a little dizzy but nothing out of the contrary. I trudged to the campus, and as soon as I got there the late bell rung in my ears.Today's going to be on

This was ultimately the worst beating I've ever had, it was the best one I've ever had.My dad jumped on my stomach, he's about 250 pounds, what do you think happened to me? You guessed it, I heard and felt cracking in three different places, I'm sure he broke my ribs.Prima had a small knife in her hands as she turned me over and sliced into my back, it was painful even though the cuts were shallow.She decided to slash at my arms and legs also drawing blood from almost every inch of my body.After kicking and punching me several times they went up into my room and took out all my pants replacing them with shorts and replacing all my sweaters with t-shirts.It was going to be horrible at school tomorrow, but I deserve it, anything they their at me is because I deserve it, and they let me know that. It's been carved into my brain the first time they hit me.People were going to stare and ask if I'm okay, I don't need their pity and I'll tell them that.I'm so beaten and worn out that

The noise of pages turning was the only sound heard in that room until there was a sigh. It was a sigh of tiredness that had left his lips, unable to take in the situation."So there is no other way to get the property?" Iverson asked, looking at the lawyer with a cold expression. The lawyer smiled nervously glancing at the person sitting beside the cold man."No," He replied meekly not wanting to upset him because he was very well capable of destroying him."Read that clause again." He ordered leaning back on his chair and staring at him intensely. The lawyer fumbled through the pages before getting to that clause and reading it out loudly."Transfer my entire property to my youngest son, Iverson Cardinal which includes 4 mansions, 3 farmhouses, 50% share from my company, and the neighbouring land, but only after it is made sure that he has a son or daughter of his own. If at all he remains single when he turns tweny-seven, all of my property must be transferred to a trust." He compl

When the car stopped indicating that they had arrived Atasha exhaled for the tenth time since she had been in the car with Iverson who never bothered to have a conversion with her even when he got off the phone five minutes ago.Atasha's door was pulled open by the man who apparently was the driver. She muttered a little thank you to him and stepped out of the car, that was when she realized that the sun had gone down but it wasn't completely dark yet. They had stopped in front of a restaurant it had an Italian name so Atasha didn't bother reading it.Iverson came and took Atasha's arms in his, which made Atasha hold her breathe, not because he took her unaware whatsoever but because she couldn't believe the mighty Iverson Cardinal knight whom she had only heard about in the news, or seen his pictures on magazines was asking her to marry him, actually he never asked but the thought of this man being her husband was worth holding her breath for."Shall we? Annd please smile," Iverson s