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You Dead Now P2

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You ran out the room as fast as you could. "BRIANNA! " you heard him yell.

You ran into the basement but August caught up to you. He pulled your hair which caused you to fall backwards.

He kicked you in your side. You screamed in pain. "You fucking spit that shit in my face! " he yelled looking down at you.

"Oh bitch I got some for you " he said walking away.

You crawled away slowly, in agonizing pain. He came downstairs with a belt.

"AUGUST STOP I-" you screamed before he hit you with the thick leather belt.

You screamed. He hit you hard again. You started crying. Your own parents never hit you with a belt.

"Au-August please " you said feeling dizzy.

"You a disrespectful ass bitch" he said hitting you again. You screamed and tried crawling away.

"You know what, yo ass need to be hit with a chain" he said throwing the belt on the floor. Then he walked up the stairs.

You took some breaths before getting up to your feet. Tears ran down your face as you felt the stinging welts on your body.You grabbed the belt and walked to the closet door. You opened it and took out the baseball bat that August kept in there. You held onto the belt and bat and slowly walked to the opposite side and ducked down in the corner, hiding.

"Disrespectful bit-" August said walking back downstairs. You watched as he looked around.

"Brianna, come out come out whea'ever yo ass at"

You ducked down lower as he walked to your side. Luckily, he didn't walk close enough to see you. Then he turned to the closet.

He laughed. "Why you hiding BriBri. I just need to show yo ass not to do that shit ever again"

You saw the large chain in his hand. It sent shivers up your spine. It was a large chain that looked like it could kill you with just 2 hits.

He slowly walked to the closet. This was your chance. Your only chance.

You slowly and quietly sat the bat on the couch. You held the ends of the belt in both hands.

He held the chain in one hand as he slowly opened the door.

"Bria-" he said but you cut him off by wrapping the belt around his neck and yanking him back as hard as your weakened body could.

He dropped the chain and fell to the ground. You held the belt around his neck hard and tight , leaving him no room to pull it off. You stood above him choking him and crying. His body started to jerk as he fought for air, which he was barely getting.

At this point, you had a choice. Choke him a little while more and let him die? Or make him feel the pain he made you feel?

"Make him feel the excruciating pain" you said to yourself.

You pulled the belt away from his neck. He started coughing and holding his neck.

You grabbed the bat and stood above him. He looked up at you.

"What ar-"

Whack.

You swung the bat into his ribs. He screamed, just a like a little bitch, like the little bitch he was.

Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack.

Each hard hit you gave, he screamed and flinched. You just couldn't stop.

Did he stop punching your face? No
Did he care that your eye was bruised and swollen? No
Did he stop pulling your hair? No
Did he care that your face hurted? No
Did he stop choking you? No
Did he stop hitting you with a belt? No
Did he say sorry, or care that he could've killed you? No

You walked to the bar area and grabbed the stool. You walked back to him and started hitting him with it. You didn't even care where you hit, you just didn't stop swinging.

"BRIANNA! PLEASE! " he screamed through tears. You looked at him and felt bad. He was bleeding and had bruises on his light, tatted skin.

You started crying at the sight.

"Baby I'm sorry" he said out of breath. You were about to lay down with him. But no.

You shook your head. You grabbed the belt and started hitting him with it. He screamed out more.

"Fuck" Whip.
"You" Whip.
"August! " Whip.

You kicked him in his back and ribs which caused more tears to flow from his face.

He was definitely going to remember this ass whooping. Those bruises would be there forever. And he was going to be sore in the morning. It would hurt to sleep on them.

"Lemme give you some punches too bitch " you said sitting on his stomach, just as he did you.

"Brianna" he cried. You closed your eyes and just punched and punched.

"Stupid bitch! I LOVED YOUR ASS" you said hitting him harder. You thought about all the other times he beat you, and left you there in pain .

Then finally after having no more energy, you stopped and opened your eyes.

Now his face looked similar to yours. Bloody, swollen, and just bad.

He tried talking but couldn't. You got off him.

"Now I gotta go home and let my momma see this?! " you said pointing to your face. You started crying again.
He groaned as he rolled over on his side to you.

He coughed up blood. Then he wiped his mouth and nose.

"Brianna I'm so sorry... " he mumbled.

You were tired and out of breath. You walked upstairs and slipped on jeans and a tee. Then you walked back in the basement. He was still there, teary eyed with bad bruises from head to toe.

"I love yo-" he tried saying.

"Fuck you! " you screamed.

You picked back up the bat slowly.

"And August you said I'm dead now huh? " you said walking to him. He shook his head slowly.

"Well, August, you dead now" you said as you took one last, hard hit to his head.

A open gash appeared and blood oozed out. His eyes closed.

You didn't know if he was unconscious, or actually.... Dead.
And you didn't give a fuck, just like he always said after he hurt you.

You walked up the stairs crying, "never let a nigga hit you" ...

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