Wicked I (eBook)

She was used to him beating her, she wasn't afraid of that anymore. Bruises went away, and so did pain and she learned that the hardway. So when she didn't even flinch when he raised his hand that angered him. "e;Bitch you think you tough?"e; He yanked her up by her neck immediately choking. Yet she started laughing. "e;Kill me bitch."e; Was all she said and there was a new look in her eyes. The shy innocent girl he once knew wasn't there anymore. There was nothing in her eyes, she wasn't showing any emotion and that didn't sit well with him. He was going to break her, he slammed her down on the bed and as he climbed on top of her he wrapped his other hand around her throat squeezing as hard as he could. "e;Say you fuckin sorry."e; He gritted in her face. "e;K-Kill me bitch."e; Was all she choked out as his grip grew tighter and tighter. She wouldn't give in no matter how purple her face turned, she wasn't afraid to die anymore. She had nothing to live for, nobody cared about her so she was done caring about other people. He let her neck go and she gasped, coughing for air. Punch after punch he let all his anger out on her. He didn't care where his hits landed as long as they landed on her. He didn't care about her broken nose or broken ribs, he didn't care about how badly she was bleeding. He got up off her yanking her off the bed by her hair slinging her across the room once she hit the wall she fell onto floor. She chuckled as she laid there in pain. She spit the blood from her mouth, she struggled to get up off the ground but she did it. At this point she had nobody but herself so she couldn't be the soft person she was yesterday, there was nobody to be strong for her anymore. So she had to do it herself, when she stood up she was dizzy, but she didn't look away from him not once. She looked at him with just as much hate he looked at her with. West stood in the door way and his heart dropped when he seen how bloody Sasha was. He looked at his dad and he wanted to do something, but he decided against it. Instead he closed the door locking it from the outside that was the only way the door would lock. He locked them in there when he didn't want to feed them and he didn't want them to leave the house. West did that often, he would look the other way when his dad was beating his younger sisters. "e;Sasha stop testin me."e; He said the anger vivid in his tone. "e;I ain't did nothin."e; Sasha spoke calmly she kept this Wicked smirk on her face. "e;Just for that see how it feels to spend yo 17th birthday locked in this room."e; He said thinking that would hurt her. He knew beating her some more would kill her so he would leave her here to suffer. So when he used his key to unlock the door and leave out he locked it back behind him, leaving her there all alone. She knew she wouldn't be able to get this blood off for days, she knew she wouldn't be able to tend to her wounds for days but she wouldn't let him continue to break her. She had to figure something out and fast.