I no, I took forever, but u cant get every detail in when ya can't think straight. midterms r a hassle.


"Chapter Nine:
Pain in My Sides."

-- Knuckles' POV

I woke up on the rough carpet of my living room floor; sore in all areas, and strikes of even sharper pain. My hand went across my stomach, to my waist, quickly,... but it was hard to hold up. I made myself stand up; balancing myself with the wall, and still holding myself up with my hand. It was a new experience,... it burned, shocked, and stung, all at once. I struggled to walk, but then looked at the clock. I woke up an hour earlier, than normally; 4:00 a.m.

I yawned, and went upstairs to my room; pain or no pain, it was a school day, and, no way was I gonna let it stop me. I entered my room, and changed. I, then, went downstairs, ate a small breakfast, then got to my homework. I wasn't taking any chances of skipping it.

-- At School

I was walking through the school, pain surging through my spine as I lugged my books around. I came up to my locker, and deposited my backpack, and grabbed some of my books. "Knuckles, you okay? You seem a little off, this morning." Sonic stated.

I sighed. "Yeah, just a little family trouble." I grunted out.

-- Walking Home

School was alright, the bruises weren't. I had to lie to the coach on how my stomach felt to make sure I didn't have to change. I regretted the decision because the nurse got me to eat tums, and lie down on it. It stung, like crazy; I groaned through all of it.

I'm complaining about it because I could barely lug myself home. I walked up the steps, and shut the door, behind me. I was clueless of the next occuring events, however.

I felt my dreadlocks tugged, again, and was slammed into a wall, the into mom's vace, then to a mirror. I was let go, and was dropped into a harsh punch, then I was kneed. I was slapped across the face, then rushed into the dining room table. I groaned. Then he slammed me to the tiled floor, some of my blood escaping my mouth. He started pounding me with his fists.

When he stopped, he lowered his head to my level. "Did you tell your friends?" He whispered.

I snarled. "And if I did." He growled.

He grabbed my hair, pulled me to my feet, and slammed my head into three out of the eight kitchen cupboards, and was about to aim me for the china case, next. "Did you tell your friends?" He asked again, dragging me towards it, slowly.

I groaned. I wanted it to stop. "No." I grunted out. He stopped.

"What was that, son." He tugged my hair harder.

"No! I didn't!" I said, almost yelling, and begging.

He grabbed something from behind him. "Good!" He said.

Next thing I know, he brought a mallet to the back of my head, and then pounded my back. I soon lost consciousness once more.


I know, it's been a long time, and tht this is short, but nxt chapter will b longer,...and more interesting.