The Brown Eyed Daughter

Chapter 13

Lala was beginning to grow tired of the party. Everyone seemed so fake and full of themselves to her. 'My yacht this', 'my accountant that', and the way these people talked about woman was disgusting. Lala would much rather be standing under the overpass in some revealing outfit being barked at by junkies, at least then she could fight back, these girls couldn't do that, they had to take it. Yes, Lala didn't like any of the other women here but no one deserved to be talked to the way these men and women did.

Lala drank from her glass, thinking about Jayde and Jack and how the three of them would tear these stuck up people down. "Penny for your thoughts?" A voice came from behind her.

She turned to see Brian, who looked to be under the influence. "Get away from me," she uttered loud enough for him to hear as she stepped away setting her empty drink on a tray.

"Come with me," he said pulling her roughly by the arm down one of the many hall ways. Lala didn't want to make a scene, remembering Matthew telling her to mind her manners.

Once they had entered one of the girls empty rooms, the door closed behind them, Lala yanked herself away from him. "The fuck do you want?"

Brian stared at her for a moment smirking. "You know what I want."

"Yeah, it's not fucking happening," Lala snorted attempting to leave the room, but Brian blocked her from the door. "Get out of my way!"

He quickly pulled her body to his, kissing her neck. Lala tried pushing him way, but he held on to her tightly. She could feel his finger nails digging into her skin. "You wanna rethink my offer?"

Brian slid one of his hands down to her behind, gripping it roughly. "No!" She spouted, still trying to fight him off. They spun around each other, Lala swinging her fists at the air, missing him. "Stop!"

Brian took ahold of both her wrists pinning them to the wall, behind her. Lala struggle against him, getting nowhere. Brian leaned in so close, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "You seen your phone lately?"

The bizarre question made Lala stop moving. "What?" She questioned, her brows furrowed, panting. She actually hadn't seen her phone Matthew had given her, she had been to distracted and forgot about it.

Brian now held both her wrists in one of his hands as he reached in his pocket. "I'm a little tech savvy," he chuckled, holding the blue screen to her face. Lala saw a list of risque texts to a random number. "That Jack's number," he smiled pulling the phone away from her face. "Fuck, does he miss you!"

Lala face dropped as she stared at the man holding her, her breath unsteady. What was she going to do? Brian had made fake evidence, that made her look terrible. If Matthew wanted to make sure it was real and go to Jack, it would all be there. Tears formed in her eyes as the realizion hit her. "Fucker," came through her teeth.

Brian slid the phone back in pocket, leaning back in. "And if that isn't enough," he paused smirking. "Your little girlfriend," he traced the side of her face. "The lesbian that takes dick?"

Lala began to struggle again. Brian swiftly took both of his hands, securing her to the wall. Lala stopped moving, knowing she couldn't over power him. "What did you do to her?"

His face softened. "Oh nothing... Yet." He grinned. "One call, that's all it takes."

Lala started struggling again. "NO--" Brian slapped his hand over her mouth, the other now around her throat, squeezing.

Feeling the breath on her face again, Brian began talking. "Do we have a deal?" He whispered letting his hand fall from her mouth. Lala gasped and ripped at his clothes, struggling to breath. She started to feel herself slowly slip out of conscience, as she saw black spots. Brian noticed the change in color of her face, letting go. Lala fell to the ground, gasping for air, when Brian kicked her in the ribs, making her back smack against the wall. While Lala laid there trying to collect herself, he knelt down next to her. "I said," he started and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up. "Do we have a deal?"