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A kick to the aspect of the bag causes a small tear within the leather-based. I don’t care if the stuffing comes out. The pores and skin over my knuckles is uncooked, on the cusp of tearing similar to the bag. It’s not the primary time my pores and skin’s been damaged, and it most likely received’t be the final.

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18 Years In the past…

Rrrrrmmm!

Breathe, Alessandro. Breathe.

Mmmff!

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

The ache is blinding because the chilly metal blade slices into my again like a sizzling knife by means of butter. My eyes bulge, all cried out because the scents of my very own bodily fluids fill the air. Duct tape covers my mouth and one among my eyes is swelling shut. Blood drips down my face as I strive to determine the place I’m.

I used to be three blocks away from the prepare station that will take me into Manhattan. As soon as I used to be within the metropolis, I’d switch to the 1 or R prepare to get on the Staten Island Ferry. One other bus and switch would get me to fucking Eltingville, the place I’d stay with my Uncle Oscar for who is aware of how lengthy.

Solely, I by no means made it to the prepare. I noticed some man getting thrown round in an alley and stepped in. I could not have the ability to combat my father, however I needed to do one thing to not really feel helpless. After I acquired shut, I used to be grabbed from behind. The sweetest odor flooded my senses earlier than I handed out.

The scent of Coney Island is again within the air. Sweetness from funnel truffles, the sound of the Cyclone’s rickety tracks shaking within the distance, and fireworks explode into the night time. It’s late, after 9. A minimum of, it’s nonetheless the identical day. It’s the final day for fireworks earlier than faculty begins. Seagulls caw and…

FUCK! One other slice into my again has me able to cross out.

“I’m going to tug this tape off your fairly little mouth, Alice-Andrew. And also you’re going to inform me what I need to know, Cob peach? Is that how yous guys say it?” He drags and exaggerates an Italian film accent, managing to piss me off much more than I already am.

When he pulls the tape off, I hock a wad of blood and saliva on the weirdo who snatched me out of an alley. All that will get me is a punch to the intestine.

“You fuckin little shit. I’m simply attempting to complete what I began and also you’re making this troublesome. Inform me the place your father’s going.”

I spit once more, however this time onto the ground. There’s sand and filth beneath my toes. My duffle bag is within the nook of the darkish room, and my arms really feel like they’re about to come out of their sockets. This lunatic has me hanging, certain by my wrists about three inches above the ground. The irritation of being so near standing however unable to is torture in itself.

“Untie me and hit me, you fuckin’ pussy.”

“I’m having approach an excessive amount of enjoyable peeling you want a grape.”

“What sort of psycho peels grapes?” I ask with each breath tougher than the final.

“I’m not loopy or psychotic, asshole. I’m targeted. I end what I begin. It doesn’t matter what.”

“Fuckin’ kill me already, then. I don’t know the place my father is or the place he’s going. I’ve every bit of clothes in that bag. Do you suppose he offers a fuck about me? Sending me to stay with my uncle. Why the fuck would he inform me the place he’s going?”

“Beg.”

“For what?”

“Your life. I’ll take into consideration letting you go in case you beg me.”

“I don’t beg, and I’ve seen your face. You’re not letting me go. Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit. Macchia di merda. Mio padre ti ucciderà se non ti uccido io prima.”

“In English, you fucking peasant.”

I mumble the interpretation beneath my breath. The consequences of no matter he knocked me out with are carrying off, which has my physique’s adrenaline surging. I simply want him to get nearer. He leans in simply sufficient for me to scream in ache as I seize the rope binding my wrists to a beam above me. Pulling my very own physique weight up, I’m capable of wrap my legs round his torso. He flails, jerking his arms up and right down to get me off, however my legs haven’t been touched.

He manages to stab me as soon as within the thigh, however I squeeze tighter till he drops the knife. As soon as he does that, I twist and contort my physique in a approach that smothers his face till I hear the sounds of his jaw crushing. He stops transferring, and I drop him.

Out like a lightweight.

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