#WritcoStoryPrompt29
I ran all the way home from the ground. The older boys had beaten me up good but I still had the strength to run as far as I could from them.
I knew my mother would be the next one to thrash me for getting beaten up, which was ironical, if you know what I mean. But I had no choice. I couldn't tell her the real reason the boys picked on me...
I ran as fast as I can, but coz I was badly beaten up, it was becoming harder for my legs to even stand..so I tried reaching soon.
Yes, finally, I reached, the door was closed, I knocked it, once.. twice..thrice..all was locked, after waiting...