Spin Novels & Stories

He smacks the whip down on my back 1... 2... 3... excrutiating times. I take a big gulp of fresh air trying to get out of my memories. " Sit down and take it bitch! " he says unbuckling his pants. Why can't I get out? I can't breathe. He forces himself inside my throat. I couldn't breathe. I grab my throat desperately trying to breathe. Tears running down my face. He grabs my head and pulses it down on him.

It had half of a star hanging from it with the word Sugar engraved in it. “Where’s the other piece?” she questioned with confusion written all over her face. I rolled up my left coat sleeve and held my arm up. “Right here.” She brought her piece to mine and connected them so they read, Sugar & Spice. After she thanked us both, Kinley put her brushes away and showed us her newest paintings before we left so she could go to bed.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night