"Laurance, stop..." I squeeked covering my face with my hands as he kicked and punched me continuously.
He suddenly stopped. You couldn't hear the punching or kicking anymore, my sobs were the only thing that could be heard in the empty hallway. I removed my hands from my face slowly looking up to him. I swear I saw a hint of guilt in his eye, but that quickly turned to menace.
He laughed. "Loser." He spat and started hurting me again.
Five words, I absolutely HATE Laurance Zvahl.
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Completed April 21 2017 3:11 pm ♥️