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Teaser of the Teaser for BROKEN
Hey Everyone:
I've decided to release a teaser of the teaser. I'm inviting you in to Eric's past. I hope you like it! ~Ella
~I hear her scream. My feet hit the floor and I snatch my bat from under my bed. Running to their bedroom, I hear the first crash. The sound is deafening. The second crash ignites the fight in me.
My body pummels through the door. My mom is screaming, trying to fight him off. I freeze for a second taking in the chaotic scene. I see him over her fighting to get between her legs. She tries to kick, punch, bite, and scream but her attempts are useless. The sight of my mom being assaulted in such a vile way paralyzes me. I’ve seen him hurt my mom a million times. But, this image is more than a fourteen-year-old kid can handle.
The bat makes my palms sweat. It feels so damn heavy. She screams again, this time breaking through my paralysis. I use every horrific image I’ve seen day after day and turn it in to strength. I yank him back by the collar. Fuck, he is strong. Again, I keep the pictures of bruises, cuts, and sorrow on replay in my head. This time, when I pull him, he falls to ground. My mom jumps from the bed and scrambles for the phone on the night table.
The bat doesn’t feel as heavy anymore. I just want to swing. So, I do. As hard as I can, I bring the bat down across his stomach in attempt to weaken him. It works. Just one stronger blow and he’ll be out. I lift the bat above my head and with all my might try to bring it down to the same spot I hit before.
The bat misses its target. The bastard grabs the bat and he is on his feet. I hear my mom in the background on the phone with the 911 operator. It’s too late. The first swing hits my right arm. Fuck, that hurt. He swings again hitting the same spot. I hear a snap and immediately feel a sharp, searing pain.
I crumble to the ground screaming while holding the injured arm. My eyes are blurry from the water welling behind my them. Through the blur, I can see the bat heading for my good arm. I turn my shoulder to brace myself against the blow.He delivers strike after strike, but I refuse to give in to the pain. Instead, I listen for the sirens. They are coming. Thank god, they are coming.~
I've decided to release a teaser of the teaser. I'm inviting you in to Eric's past. I hope you like it! ~Ella
~I hear her scream. My feet hit the floor and I snatch my bat from under my bed. Running to their bedroom, I hear the first crash. The sound is deafening. The second crash ignites the fight in me.
My body pummels through the door. My mom is screaming, trying to fight him off. I freeze for a second taking in the chaotic scene. I see him over her fighting to get between her legs. She tries to kick, punch, bite, and scream but her attempts are useless. The sight of my mom being assaulted in such a vile way paralyzes me. I’ve seen him hurt my mom a million times. But, this image is more than a fourteen-year-old kid can handle.
The bat makes my palms sweat. It feels so damn heavy. She screams again, this time breaking through my paralysis. I use every horrific image I’ve seen day after day and turn it in to strength. I yank him back by the collar. Fuck, he is strong. Again, I keep the pictures of bruises, cuts, and sorrow on replay in my head. This time, when I pull him, he falls to ground. My mom jumps from the bed and scrambles for the phone on the night table.
The bat doesn’t feel as heavy anymore. I just want to swing. So, I do. As hard as I can, I bring the bat down across his stomach in attempt to weaken him. It works. Just one stronger blow and he’ll be out. I lift the bat above my head and with all my might try to bring it down to the same spot I hit before.
The bat misses its target. The bastard grabs the bat and he is on his feet. I hear my mom in the background on the phone with the 911 operator. It’s too late. The first swing hits my right arm. Fuck, that hurt. He swings again hitting the same spot. I hear a snap and immediately feel a sharp, searing pain.
I crumble to the ground screaming while holding the injured arm. My eyes are blurry from the water welling behind my them. Through the blur, I can see the bat heading for my good arm. I turn my shoulder to brace myself against the blow.He delivers strike after strike, but I refuse to give in to the pain. Instead, I listen for the sirens. They are coming. Thank god, they are coming.~
