“You’re Braxton Fawn, right?” Only then did I realize I’d never responded. “Who wants to know?” She brought her thin arms around, showing me the bat she carried. I backed up a step, but it was too late. “Emily,” she cheerily supplied. She barely finished speaking her name before she brought the bat up and swung. The first thing I lost was my feet when the bat connected with my head. I hit the ground with a cry, and that was the last thing I heard when my hearing went next. I could feel the first crack in my skull and my blood running down my forehead, though. She hit me again and my cheek
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