How To Crack Your Shoulder Blade By Yourself Novels & Stories

Crack. The sound of my own bone snapping echoed in my skull. I roared, the pain blinding me for a split second, and she used that window to climb me like a spider monkey, limbs wrapped tight around me, stripping me of my oxygen. She was like a shadow, weightless but lethal. Her fingers dug into the fresh wound on my shoulder, her nails certainly clawing for the artery.

The screws holding the bar in place were loose from weather and age. I pushed against them. One screw fell out, hitting the ground with a soft clink. I froze again. Listened. Nothing. I twisted the bar back and forth until the next screw snapped. The metal loosened. Not much. Just enough for me to slip through if I turned sideways and ignored the pain. I pushed myself through the gap. My shoulder scraped against the metal, tearing open a healing bruise. I bit down on my lip to keep from making noise. Then I was outside.

When he pulls his hand away from the needy valley between my legs, I let out a frustrated groan. Climbing to his feet, he easily pulls me up. "Come on, baby. Fight me." "I don't know how," I mutter, scowling at him. “A man has a few vulnerable spots. The balls, the throat, eyes, and ears." He comes to wrap his fingers around my neck again. "When someone grabs hold of you like this, take hold of his thumb and bend it back until you hear it crack, but he'll probably let go before that."

A crack sounds under my knuckles as air whooshes out of his mouth. I pull my arm back, readying to deliver another blow, but he grabs my head and headbutts me with a thundering force, I groan in pain and stumble back. He runs forward again, trying to punch as I weave to the right, grabbing hold of his arm and throwing it over my shoulder. Pulling his wrist down, I move to break his elbow. He spins out of my hold and steps into me.

It’s a hit. A bad one. There’s a sharp crack as my shoulder smashes into the boards, and a jagged white-hot pain shoots through me. “Dom! Dom!” someone’s yelling. Hands on me, tugging at me. I grit my teeth so hard it feels like they’ll crack too. Goddammit. My arm’s useless. My ribs feel like they’ve caved in. It’s bad. I can feel the bones grinding. But I can also feel them… moving. Already.

He put his palm flat between my shoulder blades. “Drop your spine,” he said, from behind me. “That is impossible to do.” “Shoulders back and down. Stop holding yourself like you are trying to take up less space.” I had not realized I was doing that. I dropped my shoulders. He pressed once for confirmation and moved away.

"If someone grabs you from behind—like this—" He wrapped a muscular arm around my neck. It was gentle, a mock hold, but the threat was implied. "Don't pull away," he instructed. "Drop your weight. And drive your elbow back. Hard." He tapped his own ribs to show the target. "Here. The floating ribs. If you hit it right, you'll crack bone. It will give you enough time to run." "Okay," I breathed. "Try it." He tightened his grip slightly. I dropped my weight just like he showed me and slammed my elbow back.

He demonstrated the motion with his good arm, and I nodded in understanding. I began to pull, moving just as he instructed. He made no sound, his breath even. I stared at his shoulder as I continued to steadily rotate. When the skin bulged and his shoulder moved back into place, he made a small grunting noise as he blew out a breath. He sat up and turned to me. “Thanks.” “Has that happened before?” He rotated the arm around, testing out the motion. “A few times.” “What happens when you’re alone?” “I can do it on my own, it’s just easier with another person.”

I must have taken long than I thought to go. “Yeah, it’s not the easiest thing to do right now.” Looking at myself in the mirror, I tried to move my shoulders around. Maybe working them would get it to loosen up. After about five minutes, all that I accomplished was creating more pain for myself. “What are you doing?” Alec opened the door and looked at me as I was rotating my shoulder. “Trying to loosen up the soreness but it isn’t helping.” “Here. Let me help you.” Alec stood behind me. Grabbing my arm, I allowed it to go limp as he rotated in a way that I was not able to. He was actually making good progress before moving to the other arm.

Seconds later I felt the muscles in my hands turn rigid shooting pain from my knuckles, which turned to a fire in my veins up my arms. “Damon what’s going on in there?” I yelled as I ran to the door trying to turn the knob but it was locked. After a moment of silence I was really worried he had hurt himself. I took a step back, braced myself, then slammed my shoulder into the door but it didn’t come open. I backed up again, braced myself, then used all the force I could muster to throw myself into the door again. It still didn’t budge, and my shoulder cracked when I made impact with it the second time causing me to scream out in pain. I braced myself one last time determined to reach my mate