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Tabitha's head pounded, which made sense, how do you get the crap beat out of you and not have a skull-splitting headache? She rubbed her eyes and looked around the room, it's bare blue walls staring down at her hauntingly. There was a knock at her door, and the sudden noise brought her out of sleepy confusion. "Hello?" She asked, opening the door slowly. David strode into the room, his chocolate brown eyes floating over every inch of the prison called a bedroom. "Get up Sleepyhead." He said, sitting in her desk chair. "We're going to go for a walk." He decreed, throwing a pair of running shoes in Tabitha's direction. She attempted to protest, "But I-" It was then that David noticed the bruises on her face and arms.
"I guess the whole standing up to the evil foster brother thing didn't go as well as you hoped?" He asked, examining her newly blackened eye. "He got in a few lucky punches." She said, frustration welling up inside of her. She shouldn't have lost, she was a better fighter, faster, and she had the drive, but it wasn't enough. A tear slipped out of her eye and rolled down her cheek, a matter she quickly addressed by wiping it away. "You'll get him the next time around." David offered. She smiled, if there was one person who could make her happy, it was him. David turned to leave, but he stopped in the doorway. "5 minutes. That's how long you have, then I'm coming back up here." He said and walked out of the room.
Exactly four minutes later Tabitha leapt down the flight of stairs towards the kitchen, as she grabbed an apple out of the fruit bowl, her mother entered through the living room. "Gracie, Take your meds!" She called. Tabitha complied, reaching into the cabinet for the drug from hell. She popped one into her mouth and swallow, forcing the pill into some low cavity in her body. "Bye Mom!" She called and rushed out the door.
 LEViRA__xoxo · Tue Oct 16, 2007 @ 04:07pm · 0 Comments |
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