Scraped Knuckles Novels & Stories

I just followed. **** The room was all white, and quiet. And on the sick bed was Audrina, my baby sister. She was lying pale, unconscious, hooked up to tubes. Her lips were swollen. Her cheek was purple and puffy. There were marks on her neck—faint bruises like she’d been choked. Her arms had dark patches like someone grabbed her hard. Her wrist was bandaged. It looked like someone tried to erase her. “Audrina…” I choked, falling into the chair beside her. My knees barely held me up.

Nick chuckled “Of course I am you squid .....and i won !”Flora screamed happily dancing . “Yeah yeah yeah ,bravo !”Nick said dryly . “Just give me my prize already “ “We never had a bet you know “ “But give me something for this big win “Flora pouted . “As you say milady !”Nick said and stands up . He started moving closer to her while she moved backward .She stopped when her back hit the wall and her heart skipped multiple times as he stared intently at her .

The same remodeling bumps, only smaller. “Your stepbrother?” She nodded. “Do you have a plate here?” she asked, her fingers deftly dancing across my wrist. “Yes.” “And your knee?” We both glanced down at the second largest scar on my body. “Completely decimated. The femur shattered at the knee. There’s so much metal under that scar.” Her brow knitted, and she snuggled into my arms. “I wish I could take it all away.” I wish I could take it all away from you, too.

, he said bringing his knuckle forward "For Seattle high!" they all responded at once as they connected their hands with the coach's own. * * *

Suddenly a mischievous idea came to mind,I grinned taking out the fake robot chrockroaches I made, how about a little prank. I tiptoed to Stacey's room opening the door gently I peeped in to see if she was awake. After making sure she was asleep, I stepped into the room, i gently walked closer to her bed,, lifted her shirt and dropped the chrockroach on her back then left the room. I did the same to Erick and Jace before turning on the robots with the little remote in my hand The chrockroaches began crawling all over their bodies while they woke with a start, they started screaming trying to get the fake bugs of their bodies while I rolled in laughter

The rubble began to creak as I stepped on a particularly loose brick. Shit! I needed to go slower and watch where I step. With consideration and measured steps I made it safely and quietly off the mass of wreckage to grab the bat. I just needed to get past without alerting them to my presence but how? I noticed a shining object in a clutter near the left of my body. What was that? Is that a shard from a mirror? I can use that to see where they were. I slowly made my way towards the clutter to pick the shard up. The fragment itself was dirty and covered in grime but that was an easy fix. I quickly cleaned the piece off with my shirt and tested the reflection. I could clearly see the buildings

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

Then my wrists where the silk left its marks. Hard enough that the skin goes pink, then red, and the friction feels cleaner than the water, feels like progress, feels like if I press hard enough I can reach the layer under where it's still just me. The scrubbing gets harder. My nails replace the cloth, raking across my forearm, going back to the same spot, and the skin splits and the sting is sharp and clean and honest and I go back again— Knox's hands close around both of mine. He pulls them away from my skin gently, firmly, and holds them still, and I fight him for a second, pulling, because the scrubbing was doing something the soap couldn't and I need it, I NEED—

I look back at Skinner. He hands me a small knife; I pulls up my shirt sleeve and cut a small line putting the same pressure Knuckles was and all I do is wince slightly. I wave the knife at him when I'm done. I see Knuckles smirking at me. The skin starts to tingle where I put the small cut and I feel a rush run through me.