His Broken Plaything

the corner, and for some reason, Matt and his buddy's decided

ou look sexy

rk glued to his face while his friends laughed

f his daily routine. And now that Halloween is here, he's probably planning something even worse this time. As always, his loyal sidekicks are right behind him. Tomm

't be disgusti

a rodent, but he still couldn'

randma thinking she's cool. You

chool bag flying towar

aybe I'll stop by

add

literally. These g

ry day. Doesn't

floor. They towered over me like three g

u permission to

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her t

ing my face up with hi

did

ed enough to fit into Hillsville Academy. Getting in on scholarship wasn't suppo

, anyone who didn't have their kind

raduation, so we though

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ripped wit

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. Matt's ja

at suppose

, voice

've been fun explaining that to your girlfriend. Although Cherry only has

my feet. Matt's smirk fal

, your walking

th the same toy, Matt? You're Matthew Brown, 'the' Matthew Brown. You've got mon

epped f

d you ju

you understand? Do you three share one brain ce

grabbing me b

ven after all the money you guys claim you have

mouth, fre

war

at? Prove

ot b

of me. I doubled over, clutching my

s, Ja

ered, half

re sooo pre

a laugh despi

and you think you'r

r, that devilish

ke pain

-ass 'torture' and you s

through gr

I grabbed his hand and

hew. Give me y

I tasted blood, and for a second, eve

as a good one

re si

gh I could hear the

act so co

th how bad my ribs were aching. Truth be told , I need an

, clutching my chest. My breaths came faster, forced

t breathe. M

my bag lying

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hesi

hit, she's having

oked ho

d her too h

e right now! You pu

sna

t, if she dies your t

you mea

ned in on

nhaler,

ut anot

cattering the contents, I grabbed the heaviest textbook I

his groin and elbowed Jake on his jaw as hard as I

lly autumn air. Philadelphia traffic blared aro

Matt yelled

an like

ce I thought could hide me. An unfinished building that was at sight. The place was dark and quiet, and I d

ng against my ribs. The smell of sawdust and fresh cement made me sneeze. I found a corn

t I was easy to mess with. The smaller you are, the easier it is to break you

o footsteps. No yelling. Maybe Matt and his friends had given

ening for anything tha

ams, and wondered where the hell I was even going. My mind kept drifting back to Dad, still laying in that hospital bed. Six years now. Six years of me visiting him while the world kept moving without us. I mi

teps. Slow. Heavy. A muffled

h

loudly I thought it might give me away. Someone

nawing at me. If they found me, I'd be done for. But I couldn't make a run fo

d hear voices. Low. Muffled. I pe

hadowy figures standing in the

self from gasping. This

vil and twisted as he stood over someone lying on the floor. Blood stained the concrete, trailing toward the corner where another f

d my breath. The figure on th

e, ple

ercing, and I almost

'll lose more th

rougher, colder. My mind raced, but I

ooden beams, praying they didn't notice me. My heart was

is friends, what the hel