You Knock Me Down Novels & Stories

"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.

Lane every way I could. These bastards will not be my downfall! I'd be damned before I let them take me down! Before they take me down, I'd take them both down!

O god *sob* " Either you open it by yourself or I will break it ... *Bang* Because one thing is sure that no one can save you from me tonight... *Bang* You shouldn't have kicked me , Now see what I do with you, just open this door once... *Bang* If you're assuring yourself by saying that I can't break it , than darling.... Free advice.. Do not take my physical ability lightly because I will break this door completely *Bang*

” Then the chorus picks up and we start jumping in place reaching for the sky. ‘I get knocked down but I get up again. You’re never going to keep me down!’ I scream the words at this point and they seem to hit me hard. It’s like a fuck you to the universe. To that man of mine that I think so badly is getting ready to screw me over. I know it’s coming like a fucking storm. But I will be ready. I have to start thinking smart. If he wants to fuck me over, well two can play that game. I continue jumping up and down with my middle finger in the air towards my husband and whatever he has planned.

It’s becoming harder to move… I flinch every time it makes contact with someone. “Forgive me, Goddess… Ouch, that must have hurt. Yikes. Oops! Ouch! Sorry!” They shout and the loud crunch or thud when I connect tells me I still have enough in me to cause some damage. I stumble as the lamp post hits the ground and I almost trip over it. I’m too weak to run, but at least most of them are down. But I can see one or two are moving. Hide.

The problem is I can't because I'm so down, broken and damaged. What should I do? I'm losing my chance to him. I want to fight, but I can't even push myself up because I'm still drowning in the dust. ~

My body, which was starting to relax, snaps back to full alert. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. FUCK. Not again!!!

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.

Once again being stabbed all over my lower body by the crap and broken shit all over this dirty floor. I can take a punch or two, I know that much, and I try to shake it off as I scramble to get to my knees once more. Hand sliding over my leg, then ankle and grabbing my shoe as I do so. My wits about me, even if they are a little detached with the force of that knock.