PREFACE
"Sometimes I wish my knee would give. And I wouldn't be able to wrestle anymore. And he could forget all about me."
- Andrew Clark, the breakfast club
Allison squealed, as the man Kicked Andy in the stomach once more, taunting him. She struggled hard against her restraints but to no avail. Tears ran freely across her face as the athlete moaned, tasting blood in his mouth, feeling hot surging pain course though his body.
As he tried rising, another man threw a kick to his already busted up shoulder, sending him sprawling to the ground in agony. "Get up, you coward, get up" their leader screamed.
"Prick" Andrew barely whispered.
Before he knew it a crowbar had smacked him directly on his right knee, forcing Andrew to let out a blood curdling scream into the night.