Re: Holding Pens - Lexi
Lexi finally breathed when the man stopped beating him like a sack of potatoes. He let his arm fall from his face and gripped the dirt under him, breathing hard. Even in his father's sadistic period the pain was there in a flash and then gone into a dull arch.
He could now hear the man talking. It was the man from before. He wasn't about to look and see. He just laid there trying to stop his tears. Damaged good, that shouldn't hurt very much, but it did, and Lexi curled tighter. Finally he got the strength to roll over on his hands and knees, and sat back wiping off the dirt that stuck to his side and face. He knew what was in the dirt and it grossed him out.