"If I can't kill you, I'll at least have my fun," he snapped. He threw me across the room, and I hit my head on the wall before falling to the ground. I could hear his footsteps approaching me. I doubled over, clutching my stomach; the pain radiated like a shock wave. The kick had been sudden and unexpected. He kept kicking me with tremendous force. I couldn't protect myself. After the nonstop kicks, he pressed his heels into my stomach, standing on it with one leg. I screamed and cried out in pain. My soul felt shattered, and I couldn't do anything about it.
The pain erupting from my stomach was hellish. Something felt very, very wrong. Uneasiness washed through me as I felt something trickle down my legs. I looked down to see blood coming from me. I wasn't injured there, and it definitely wasn't my period because cramps are much better than this sharp pain.
