America's P.O.V
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I get home realizing how big of a mistake I made. 'Shit, I'm getting beaten tonight.' I unlock the door and walk in to see my dad.. 'Ah shit, here we go again.' Oh boy I'm ready to fudging die! Ooh, fudge that sounds good. I'm hungry. Oh, well.
"WHERE WERE YOU?!" Britain yells. "U-Um, with friends?" I stutter . "BULLSHIT!" he yells. 'Oh, shit..'. He gets up from his chair and grabs something. I get a glance at it... 'A KNIFE?!?!'. He goes a bit too far, but never this far.. He walks up to me and yells "GIVE ME YOUR ARM!". I give him my arm. He stabs the knife into my arm. I yelp from the pain. He brings the knife up making a longer cut. The blood is gushing everywhere making a pool of blood. He takes it out of my arm and stabs my left arm doing the same thing with my right arm. When he's done he pins me up with the knife stabbing into my skin and leaves me hanging there. When he gets into his room I try to scream for help, but my vocal cords won't work. My vision gets darker. Shit, Shit.. I use my right arm to quickly grab the knife from my left shoulder, but I just made it worse. When I fell the knife stabbed me in the stomach. Then I passed out..
What will happen?? Find out whenever the next chapter comes out! Hehe.
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