I screamed. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and I didn’t care. I knew he would be coming to see what happened, and there was no hiding it. He would’ve eventually found out. I looked down at my bleeding arm. “Oh, ********!” I yelled, leaning back my head. The pain was excruciating. Leaning my back against the bathtub allowed me to stay sitting up while leaning my head as far back as I needed. Tears began rolling down my face as the pain overwhelmed me. Surely the pain was worse from his beatings than this, but this crushed my emotions a lot more.
I heard footsteps rushing down the hall, closer to the bathroom. There was no escape, but I didn’t want an escape. Not that kind, at least. The bathroom door was suddenly flung open, and I fearfully looked in his direction. I was shaking, especially my right hand.
“Mary, give me the scissors!”
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