"Get out of my face Kylie." He said, pushing me away. I got right back in his face.
"What are you gonna do about it pussy nigga?" I yelled, punching him in his chest.
I automatically regretted doing that because he pulled his hand back and socked me right in the jaw, causing me to fall back. Tears fell from my eyes as he sent blows to my face and body repeatedly.
"August stop! Please, you're hurting me!" I cried. He stopped and walked out, leaving me here.
I curled up into a ball and cried.
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I've been reading alot of Bryson stories and they've given me some inspriration to write a new story. However, this style of writing isn't really what I'm used to so a few tips and helpful comments are greatly appreciated.
Happy New Year
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Short Story"So why are you still with him? Don't you love me?" "Of course I do. But I can't be with you Bryson." She said, looking at me. "And why not?" I said, leaning forward to her. Silence. "Cat got your tongue?" I said, with a smirk, kissing her. ------ S...
