Hit Him Again

affair, so he keeps her quiet by making her fearful of him and of speaking out about his emotionally abusive actions. In the article “He didn’t hit me. It was still abuse.” by Leigh Stein, the story brings the issue of emotional abuse to attention. How not all abuse is physical, one does not have to show marks in order for it to be…

for this game. This made me realize again, they do it for us, the fans. After that, the Washington starters were announced with lights and music. One by one, first Marcin Gortat, then Markieff Morris, then Otto Porter, and second to last, Bradley Beal. Last was John Wall. The announcer announced it just like this, “And your 6’4’’ guard, out of the University of Kentucky, number two, John…

Bhattarai, Baral, & Pokharel, 2016, p. 3). Domestic violence also called intimate partner violence which it might not be clear at first, but it gets worse over time. It begins with him disrespecting you named calling, makes you feel useless, discoursing, you, he controls you and he threatens you. Then, he begins to hit you, your kids and every your pet and forced you to have sex: so he can tell you” It’s your fault and that you deserved it”.…

prayer then looked up at him with the look of hate engraved in both of our eyes. I looked at him, and I could hear nothing but the sound of my own heart pounding as loud as a snare drum, as I squatted down shook his hot but yet clammy hand. The referee blew the whistle and we lock up, standing up but our heads are together like two male deer, locking up horns, trying to impress a doe. I broke the tie as I swung my arm in the air to lock up with my opponent again, I hit him in the face. With…

One defender, two defenders, three defenders! “Crack, Crunch, Thump!” they all hit me, but my legs kept churning. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, the yards kept building up, four, three, two, one. “Crack!” We stopped for a water break our practice was getting intense. The water was refreshing, cold as a mountain stream. Tyler walked over. I was sweating like crazy. “Good Tackle.” I told him. “Thanks.” he replied. We walked back over to the coach who happened to be my dad. “We’re…

once and how “I flew through the air and hit the ground and did a whole front flip before landing on my head!”. We sledded down the hill at top speeds and tumbled when we hit a bump. We let go of the sled when it hit the ramp and we flew through the air with no protection and we would hit the snow beneath us. I skidded towards the lake and dug my boots into the snow pushing against my feet. I continuously climbed to the top of the hill over and over again. Messay skidded down the hill on the…

been a huge Babe Ruth fan ever since he watched him play as a kid. He would tell me stories about how he would go and watch Babe Ruth play in Yankees stadium. He told me that one time while he was at a game, Ruth asked the hotdog vender to bring him a hotdog to the dugout. My grandfather has thoroughly convinced me through stories and statistics that Babe Ruth is the greatest baseball player ever. Both Sports Illustrated and Sporting news have named him the greatest baseball player of all time.…

widow, but she doesnt. Janie does not mourn over Joes death. She tells Phoeby that mourning should not last longer than the grief. One night Janie is working in the store and Tea Cake walks in to buy some cigarettes. Janie and Tea Cake immediately hit it off. They play checkers together all night. Janie and Tea Cake become public with their relationship. Janie goes to Jacksonville to marry Tea Cake. When she wakes up Tea Cake is gone and so is her $200 that she pinned inside of her…

1800’ slavery Step after step, trying to regain consciousness after getting hit again after again. My energy was completely drained from all the whipping. I looked over my shoulders; this was going to be the worst scar yet. As I was trying to focus on my loss of energy instead of the pain from my back, I was hit on the back of my head, it was the guard. The guard had a worn down brown shirt, a pair of black, solid horse shoes to kick us with and worst of all, a smirk on his face signalling…

knew I was scared, but he also knew I was competitive and would do anything to win. He stabbed and I dogged I ran to the opening in the wall I was toast there was no way I was going to "live" unless I jumped, but before I had time to think he stabbed again. I jumped and dodged it, but now I was plummeting to the ground. I was not scared and I screamed…