Suddenly, she heard a loud bang, a thump and a scream that caused her to jump from the bed. The hair on the back of her neck stood straight up and her body became one big goosebump.
He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn__ answer. I hoped he__ tire out and end his speech and hobble back to the living room without touching me. Such hopes were unlikely, as was the case this time. __nswer me, you good-for-nuthin_ wench!_ The pain bit instantly as his hand connected with my cheek. I shook my head in answer to his crazy questions, feeling a rise of warm tears.
Dandelions: The Disappearance of Annabelle Fancher
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He panted over me, winded by his own absurd lecture. The stench of his alcoholic breath stung my nose. Again I didn__ answer. I hoped he__ tire out and end his speech and hobble back to the living room without touching me. Such hopes were unlikely, as was the case this time. __nswer me, you good-for-nuthin_ wench!_ The pain bit instantly as his hand connected with my cheek. I shook my head in answer to his crazy questions, feeling a rise of warm tears.
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