Knuckle Dragging My Life Away Novels & Stories

I yelped as I felt pain in my wrist but I continued anyway cause more than the pain on my wrist, it really hurts more inside and I need to get the pain out "🎼 I've felt pain in my life so far 🎼 A fractured wrist and a broken heart 🎼 This is sure to leave a nasty scar 🎼 One that might not heal; So I said 🎼 This is the worst day of my life, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life 🎼 And I don't know how I'll survive, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life 🎼 I'll admit it's a struggle, finding light in the tunnel 🎼 This is the worst day of my life, it's the worst, it's the worst day of my life..."

I wish he went mad after banging his head against the wall. Unfortunately, no he didn't. He recovered from the shock of my slap and glared down at me. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me upstairs again. I tried to yank away my hand from his but he held an iron grip on it, which I was sure would leave bruises on my skin. In my attempt to free myself of his grip, I stumbled in my three inch black heels and fell down. He still didn't stop dragging me and I too, didn't stop wriggling my hand out of his grasp. His grip hurt and I shouted at him to let go of me. The loud music at the party drowned out my screams to the extent that even I couldn't hear my own voice.

My fingers clawed at the rough floorboards, dragging myself forward. The numbness in my system made everything slow and syrupy—my limbs felt weighted, my head full of cotton—but the fear was sharper than any blade. Get up. Get up get up get up— His hand closed around my ankle. "No—" I kicked out, caught him somewhere soft, and he grunted. The grip loosened for half a second. I pulled free and crawled faster, my nails leaving half-moon scratches in the wood. "You are not going anywhere, bitch. "

My nails dig into his skin, leave deep trails. He slams his forehead into mine. The crack echoes, blood blinds me. The world swims but I don’t let go. I drag his face down and smash my forehead against his in return. We both stumble, glass crunching underfoot, the table collapsing completely as we crash to the floor together.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" The chains pulled me relentlessly! If it were just my wrists, I would have been able to stop it with sheer force. But with my neck involved, I was fucking helpless. It was like my throat was getting ripped right out of my fucking neck. I was being dragged across the ground and through the woods, leaving behind a trail of my struggle. I rammed my feet on the ground but that didn't help some. The chains lugged my arms and I could almost scream from how my muscles were being shredded.

They seized me by the hair, yanking me backward to the ground with a resounding thud that echoed through the area. "Ahhhh!" A painful cry escaped my lips as I struggled to stand, attempting to flee once more. However, before I could grasp the situation, a powerful kick landed on my stomach. "Fall to your knees, bitch!" she yelled, relentlessly striking me. The drugs in my hand scattered across the ground, Mrs. Draco's money threatening to go to waste. Desperate, I tried to pick up each tablet, but they showed no mercy, preventing me from recovering what remained on the ground.

Rojan drive his mustang slowly amidst the traffic. He couldn't contain his heart from breathing so fast, it race to the deepest of the ground, trying to flow away yet the force below couldn't let him go. “Fudge!” he exclaimed angrily. “It's happen again. What unlucky jerk I am becoming!” He gritted his teeth as his mind keep on recalling the scene earlier. For years of applying job to earn a living, he keep gotten rejection over and over again.

~IVY~ I don’t know how far I crawled. I just needed to keep moving else i die. My knees were cut open,my fingers bled,My breath stung the inside of my throat. I felt it pressing against my spine, death, patiently waiting. I fell into a ditch filled with mud and rocks. My shoulder slammed against stone. Something cracked. I screamed, not out loud but inside. The kind of scream no one hears or ever saves. I pulled myself up, dragging one leg behind me. My ribs stabbed with every breath. My mouth tasted like metal. I wiped it the blood away with the back of my sleeve, but more came.

Instead of standing like a normal person, I immediately began crawling away across the rug like some kind of drunken escape artist. “No,” I protested weakly. “Leave me. Leave me alone.” Behind me I heard someone laugh. Then suddenly hands grabbed my ankles. “Hey—!” Before I could react, I felt myself being dragged backward across the floor. I tried to fight it. Or at least I thought I was fighting it. In reality I was mostly just wiggling like a confused worm while Nero pulled me along with absolutely no effort at all. “You’re not escaping,” he said between laughs. “This is kidnapping,” I complained.

I match on the brakes but it isn't responding. Horror struck, I attempt to drift toward a covet but it's too late. A moving truck is coming the opposite direction. I struggle with the breaks in panic until my car collides with the truck. Glasses shattering around me, as my whole face pulse with stiff limbs. Relocating to Ukraine doesn’t seem like a good choice after-all as I feel the life draining out of me. My sight is blurry but there’s a siren blaring in my ears, assuring me that I’m still alive, yet too weak to move.