Sudden Dent In Forehead Novelas e Histórias

"Ouch!" A shout came to me when I opened my eyes. "Wait! What's that?" "Man, slow down to brake!" I heard loud complaints from various people around. Just a few moments later, I also complained because of the sudden bump on the seat in front of me. The right hand that supported my forehead was withdrawn so I was stunned completely. I slowly lifted my head to see what was happening. I still held my forehead bumped as I rolled my eyes all around.

Before she could say anything else, she suddenly heard a loud noise. Bang! Clement’s skinny face suddenly froze, and that final expression would forever remain on his face... His entire body collapsed to the back as red blood started to flow from his temple...

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED. Eating with Grandma while experiencing an emotional post traumatic condition was the worst decision Adele made. Not for a single moment did Grandma spare her poor nerves and ears from hearing how the hit on Shannelle’s forehead could have been much more dangerous if it landed on her nose, her eyes, her mouth or her temporal bone. When Adele logically asked her what the hell was this temporal bone, Grandma was more than eager to reply. "The doctor said it's the part of the skull around the ear area. It is very fragile, she could have had a concussion!"

Seconds passed and the clicking of her shoes was the only thing he heard, which made him assume she was already on her way until a stinging sensation suddenly shot across his forehead. "Ugh!" Jayden immediately groaned from the excruciating pain, rubbing the space between his brows urgently. The stinging source had come from above his head, implemented by another human hand. His enraged eyes speedily drove up to the ceiling where he saw the doctor standing beside him, her thumb curled against her index, her proof that she had given him a sharp jab. "Are you out of your mind?" He queried, his voice sounding hoarse as if it was coming from deep inside his throat.

Derek's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. My eyes snapped open, and a sharp, blinding wave of pain immediately spiked right behind my forehead. Everything was a blurry, out of focus smudge for a second, the morning light coming through the window hurting my retinas until my vision finally sharpened.

However, the instant laughter rang out, A soft sound was suddenly heard somewhere. Immediately everyone fell silent. The sneers on their faces disappeared. Just as they reached the door, the killing machine who had no sense of pain, stopped. One of them subconsciously touched his forehead. It's felt like he had just been bitten by a mosquito. There was a stinging sensation on his forehead. In addition, there seemed to be some sticky liquid stuck on his forehead. He wiped it off and looked at his palm, it had been stained red.

Chapter 2 - You Deserve This LENA I ducked almost immediately, but I wasn’t fast enough. A heavy glass—maybe a mug—smashed into my forehead with a sickening crack. “Agh!” I screamed, stumbling back. My hand flew to my head, but blood was already pouring. The pain exploded as the blood was now dripping into my eyes. It hurt so bad. My vision blurred, a mix of tears and blood. My forehead throbbed like someone had hacked it with a blade.

Immediately, my head screamed, Dice! In the process of turning to race back into the bedroom, I lost my footing, and came tumbling to the ground like a pile of sacks. My head slammed onto a glass as I fell and I clutched my head with my left palm, seeing stars. The left side of my forehead had suffered the hit; I could already feel a goose egg forming on that side. A throbbing pain took over my head and I struggled to open my eyes properly without being hurt by the light.

My forehead slammed against the cold metal with a painful thud. “Agh.. fuck!” I cried out as the sting shot through my head and tears filled my eyes. In the blink of that pain, I felt Something shifted in my eye. One of my contact lenses had slipped—maybe fallen out completely. My vision on that side blurred instantly. “Shit..” I muttered, blinking rapidly, trying to see straight. “Now look what you made me do,” Kayden growled behind me, his grip still iron-tight on my arm. This time, he leaned over my body and yanked my head up by my hair.

I huff frustrated. About an hour later, I walk back to Tyler, who's been waiting for me. A thick plaster on my head covering five stitches. Yes, it was quite a huge gap indeed on my forehead. Luckily, nothing broken, or unluckily, as I'm not getting out of this trip this way. Tyler asks me what the doc said, and I tell him everything. No big deal. Just crashed a little stupid into the sharp edge of that heating. Cooling, resting, pain killers and the stitches.