Transitions of a lost soul

(Chapter 6: Black hole of hatred)

Fast forward from my dream.....

Ever since that night, he's been gone for days...what he said to me...the disgust in his face playing over and over in my mind like a record. Part of me has been hoping he would come back the same man he was when we first met, yet the other half wants him to rot in hell for what he said to me. I haven't been able to function..the words eating me alive and echoing in my ears, I have melted into my bed crying every day. No one has seen me, messages left unread and calls declined. I wanted to hide from the world forever because of him...that demon I call Brandon made me look at myself differently, as if I'm nothing but a walking corpse.

I haven't showered, barely have had a morsel of food. I'm surprised my body hasn't turned on me but I finally got the courage to get out of bed..felt like I needed to. I turned around and could literally see the shape of my body curled up in a fetal position on my mattress. "Yeah, I need to get out of here and get some air before I lose my mind completely." I say to myself. I remove all my clothing and walk in the bathroom to shower for 40 minutes to try to clear my head. As I clean myself I hear the door open and slam behind them..it was Brandon. My heart drops to my stomach as I quickly get out to dry myself off..need to prepare myself for whatever it's about to happen.

I put on my silk robe and walked out the bathroom , Brandon sitting on the edge of the bed cracking his knuckles. "What are you doing here? Thought I was nothing to you and was a waste of life like you said that night." Brandon got up and walked towards me, his face inches from mine. "I'm only here to get my belongings. Don't want you burning my stuff up being bitter and a child." I wanted to headbutt him and break his nose at this point, he's being such an asshole with no reasons as to why.

"What are you waiting for? Get your shit and get the fuck outta here then." He snarls at me clenching his fists "watch how you speak to me and show some respect." I double back and laugh to myself "respect? RESPECT!?! that shit flew out the window when you said those heartless words to me you fucking bastard..NOW GET YOUR SHIT AND GO!!!" Within seconds Brandon grabs me by the neck and slams me against the wall. He tightens his grip making it hard for me to breathe, scratching my nails against his shirt.

"Now are you gonna watch your words? Be a shame if I left you here unconscious because you wanna be a bold bitch. I can leave you lifeless if I want to, so I suggest you play nice." He loosens his grip on me and I drop to the ground, gasping for air. He walks away from me and starts packing up his things. I stayed where I was..scared to move and terrified to say another word. I can't believe he would go this far, my head spinning as I try to register what happened. I get snapped outta my thoughts hearing Brandon's feet walk towards the door. He opens the door to walk out then turns around to face me.

"You know..seeing you turn blue in the face like that really made my morning a lot better." He says as he laughs and closes the door behind him. My blood boiled at his words yet I felt so broken by what he did..if I could I'd take a bullet to the crown to end this nightmare. I sink deeper into the floor and let out a blood curdling scream. I wanted all this to end, I hated him with every fiber in my body. This will be the moment that I never wanted to see the face of that son of a bitch ever again.