Code (Rewritten)

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Ahhh! Another stinging hit burned my bare butt from an intense whip by mother’s leather belt as my throat dried from my screams of agony. It stung like a million bees kicking and stinging my legs and it burned like metal was sizzling against my skin. It was the third hit and I only had to take one more to get back to be grounded in my room. But I bit my tongue to take the next beating, the only thing on my mind was that I had to protect Jacklyn.

Mother swung her arm back once more and I squeezed my eyes shut again awaiting another painful whip by the leather. A coppery liquid filled my mouth. A gasp choked in my throat as I felt another burn on my butt again, just hitting the back of my legs making it hurt worse but I was able to take the pain.

I yet again refrained a scream from escaping my throat that I made sure no noise was to escape.

Mother’s hand squeezed my arm tighter as she yanked me up to my feet with a force I was for sure was going to have my arm get ripped off my body, and she threw me back in my dark room. I attempted to catch myself but slipped instead and my elbow nailed right into the side of the metal frame of the bed, my tongue getting bit in the process. With my muscles aching I shook, getting myself up slightly, and looked through my long hair, clenching my jaw as I turned to face the monster in the doorway.

“Now stay in this room and no dinner for you!” Mother yelled at me and spat in my face before she turned around and slammed the door behind her. I felt the rattling of the force and just heaved in a breath.

As soon as the door closed I was secluded in a dim shadow and I glared at the door that appeared black. My jaw clenched tighter as I felt anger boiling inside me and there was a burning and tingling feeling in my skin spreading like a storm over my body. I barely tasted the warm copper in my mouth anymore as my hands balled into fists, feeling the deep aching urge to hit something. I hated that woman so much but there was nothing that I could do, I was under her roof so that meant her rules.

And even for an Earth she still managed to piss people off, at least from my perspective she was a total bitch. As what the second millennium people would say. I couldn't wait till I turned sixteen so I'd be able to get out into a different home, unless I turned out to be an Earth then that'd really be the end of it all. Most Earths were usually calm and nurturing, but not my mother, at least not anymore. It seemed that after father died she turned rotten and then remarried to a shit-pile-of-nothing Greg. I remembered most people used to say my mother was the nicest, most beautifulest women there was in Durexon. That didn’t last long.

I whipped the blood from my mouth and I heard a small squeal from under the bed which almost gave me a small heart attack. Shock went through me until I realized. I slowly made it to my knees, carefully bending my legs under me trying not to hurt myself more than I already was, but I pushed aside the feelings and looked underneath my bed. Two small, glowing purple eyes looked at me, full of fear, worry, and sadness.

“Jacklyn!” I whisper-shouted in the most gentlest tone I could manage so it wouldn't hurt but there was a pinching pain in my ribs as I did so, so I guess that was luck. A warm feeling of relief filled me seeing her but I s still to much in pain to be too happy. Casanova! That woman was going to be the death of me.

"Trin!” her sweet voice called and she came crawling out.

“Lights dim on.” I said, backing up to give my sister some space to get out as the light above turned on faintly to give a comfortable glow.

Jacklyn's head of blonde and light brown thin waves popped out first as I helped her the rest of the way. When she stood I noticed she was in a plain blue long-sleeved shirt, and black capris. I was excited to see her after a long day of school and a long day of worrying if she was alright. But then my heart skipped a beat when I saw her.