*slap*

My eyes dart to the figure standing in front of me. 

“W-why are you doing this to me B-“

“Shut up” the voice growls. “You know what you fucking did.”

My mind is racing. What had I done? Why was he being so hostile? I look at him with confusion.

“—————-! I do not understand what’s happening please ————tell me!”

The man looks at me. But this is no man. This is a broken shell of a boy. A hurt one. A scared one.

“Why.” The voice says.

“Why what?!” I cry “what’ve I done?!”

He grabs my chin squeezing tightly. “—- - you- you’re hurting me.” I grunt.

This only makes him squeeze tighter. 

“Tch. Pathetic” he spits. But I hear his voice crack. “Let me go” I say

“Hell no”

Let me go.

Let me go 

Let me go

I repeat this over and over and over

Let me go. Come back to me ———-.

“Please,I’m begging you. Why are you doing this?”

“I don’t need to explain my self to you. Conniving bitch. Your nothing but trouble. No wonder your family left you. And your fiancé” 

That hits a nerve. 

......

“Brother... wh-“

I hear the door crash open and through the door I see him. Brandon. Our eyes lock and he snarls at Christian. 

“What the fuck is going on here?! What did you do to her?! Why is she bleeding?!” He yells.

Bleeding? I’m ... bleeding? Wha- I look down to see the puddle of red swarmed around me. And just like that.

Blackout