 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Unable to stop him, she merely stood and waited for him to finish with her. Sure enough, he stepped back, a very concerned look on his face.
"I remember a time when you used to kiss me back. Why have you stopped?"
"I dont love you Darrin, you know that..." she said, her eyes fixed to the cold stone floor that she could feel icily beneath her bare feet.
"You dont love Archie either. Tell me, where's the sense in that Marce? You dont love him, yet you slept with him. You dont love me and yet you wont even kiss me." Before he had even finished the words he were saying, it dawned on him what she might've been trying to do. Looking up into those filthy, dirt entailed slimey eyes, the dark marks beneath them told him he were right. Quicker than she could take another blink, he struck her with the full force of the back of his hand, across the cheek and flung her to the floor.
Marce felt him hit her and then that was it. Numb, she moved her head a little, shifting her hand in her hair, feeling a large amount of blood pouring from it. Groaning, she felt him kneel beside her. |