Flower There’s this boy he kinda stole my he calls me Auntie shirt, but some time later came to. I struggled to pull myself to a crawling position, and slowly made my way to the front door and slumped inside. I know the only reason I made it to the door was the pure rage at what had just happened. I wasn’t going to let those motherfuckers win. I started calling help as loud as I could, which wasn’t very, but it was enough to finally wake our roommate. She was shocked to see me in that state and called 911 while waking up my wife, who took one look at me and started sobbing. I still have pictures of my face she took to document the injuries. You can see boot prints in my flesh, among other horrors. I won’t post them here as this story is disturbing enough without them.
Flower There’s this boy he kinda stole my he calls me Auntie shirt, hoodie, sweater and v-neck t-shirt
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Flower There’s this boy he kinda stole my he calls me Auntie shirt. The one guy kept choking me in and out of consciousness while the other three traded off kicking my body and punching and stomping on my face while I still futilely struggled, all the while cheering each other on. Finally, any resistance I had left was gone. I knew this was it. I was going to die. They seemed to reach the same conclusion. I heard one of them say He’s done for, let’s go. They piled back into their SUV and sped off into the night, music blaring. I knew I was going to die, but I used my last bit of defiance to lift my head, wipe the blood from my eyes, and memorize the first three letters of the license plate before passing out again.