You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

The amusement in her eyes practically sparkled. "You heard them. Get on your knees and shout, 'I'm broke, and I know I was wrong.' Do that, and maybe I'll let you walk out of here."

Gabriel smiled sweetly at me. “I only share with those who work hard and run fast.” I stomped my feet and complained to Gabriel, calling him stingy. He just laughed, and for the donuts— I ran as if my knees were trembling, dragging myself until I completed four laps. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath, pounding the ground in frustration and giving Gabriel a glare, who seemed to be enjoying watching me while eating— “Donuts!” I jumped up when I realized I had reached my limit and suddenly felt my knees give way.

Adam I stood transfixed to the ground like I was electrocuted. I'm really shocked by that expectation. I was shocked that I had to stare at the girl in complete shock. I could feel a different sparkle of shock run down my spine. I'm still in a great dilemma, I find it hard to believe that she just fell down for the sky. I couldn't fathom how she fell down from the sky. I stood still, staring at her with complete shock. This is really more than my imagination. I couldn't believe this. I stood with my legs, wobbling in fear.

Nora replies saying something about home-made chicken soup, and I roll my eyes. The two of them are acting like I have a terminal illness. I swing my legs off the bed, standing quickly, to tell him how ridiculous he’s being and instantly crumble. My vision blacking out and my body losing all control, Jell-O legs and complete disorientation as I stand far too quickly. “Shit.” I groan, feeling the cold wood floor connecting harshly with my limbs. I realize that I knocked my elbow, sharply, on the way down to my current crouching position.

Jullian. I was dressed up, and ready to go, I looked at the mirror, again and took a deep breath. The internship thing was still new to me and it was too early to back out. I took another deep breath and headed out. I was halfway down the stairs when I heard noises. First, it was a thud, then it was grunts. It echoed faintly through the lower level of the house, just enough to pull my attention away from the mental checklist running through my head.

A white-hot rage, born of utter powerlessness, consumed me. With a guttural cry, I fumbled with the clasp, my fingers shaking with fury and withdrawal. I yanked that damn watch from my arm, the metal band snapping with a final, pathetic chime. I hurled it onto the pavement with all my strength. It skittered across the concrete, the hologram of Michael’s concerned face winking out as it landed by a lamb post. A sudden, deafening silence descended, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing.

"Vivian, don't make me do this. If you don't kneel, you can kiss your legs goodbye." The bodyguards closed in, grabbed my shoulders and forced me down. I struggled wildly. My hair came undone, making me look like a madwoman. Crack. My knees slammed onto the floor, shards of glass digging into my flesh. Blood instantly stained the white fabric of my dress, the pain seeping deep. But I didn't cry out. I continued to glare at Lorenzo. "Enough!" Just as I was being forced to bow, an elderly figure rushed forward. It was Uncle Carl.

Alora I beat my palms against my steering wheel, “Mother fucking son of a bitch. No, no, no, you can't do this to me. Come on you piece of shit, start.” I turn the key in the ignition again, praying under my breath, “Come on, come on, start, start.” The only sound is a click.

My stomach dropped so fast I almost threw up. “No,” I said. My voice came out small and strange. “No, no, no. God, please, no.” I knocked again, harder this time. The sound was swallowed by the wind. I could not tell if it even reached the inside. “Hello,” I shouted. “Please. Please.” I knocked again. My knuckles ached from the force. My fingers felt clumsy. My body felt heavy. Yet I knocked again in a manner that was frantic now. “Please,” I said, and my voice cracked. “I need help.”

My legs are shaky, but my mind is crystal clear. Crack eighty. Crack eighty-one. I pull my torn skirt together. They are running out of ways to hurt me. And that means they are running out of power.