Dark Horse
I told myself.
'Hmm... Adrianne.' He said to his self. I hated how smooth my name rolled off his tongue. His voice reminded me of oil. Dangerous and slick.
I let him get closer, then punched him square in the face. I doubt it hurt him but it stunned him for a few seconds and few seconds were all I needed. My knuckles burned but I ran as fast as my two legs would take me. Why didn't movies say how much a blow hurt?!
I was few steps from the door, from my freedom, from my trauma, from him! when a slap sent me flying into the nearby wall. Pain travelled up my spine, the air was knocked out of my lungs."
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