Pain seared through my body, and I could feel the effects from my loss of blood. I still stood up and rammed into Brett, he actually fell this time, into a table. I took the gun out of his big hands and aimed for him. He immediately froze and stared into my eyes, as if pleading to spare him. I was shaking so much, I don't know if I shot, it would hit him. I took a quicklook behind me, where Jenna was going through first aid for her wound. Good girl. She's smart. I love her. I glared back at Brett with so much hatred I bet he could feel my pain. It seemed like hours went by before Jenna screamed," JUST SHOOT HIM ALREADY!!"
"I-I-I I can't. I can't do it." In that moment of me thinking, and talking, Brett jumped up, took the gun, and pointed it at me. He had as steady of an aim as a sniper in the army would. He glared at me, but instead of hatred, with love. He whispered to me,"Babe, go to your room. There's a first-aid kit in the closet. Jenna will come with me, I won't hurt her. NOW GO OR I'LL KILL YOU!!!"
I put my hands up and walked slowly upstairs, still bleeding. I found the first aid kit, and cleaned up all my cuts and wrapped them in bandages. They were very deep, I should get stitches. I thought He better not touch Jenna. I layed down on my unmade bed, but I didn't want to sleep. I guess I passed out at one point though, because Brett woke me up.
'Good morning gorgeous. I made you some breakfast." He smiled, I faked a smile back and he handed me a tray. There were pancakes, bacon, syrup, and a glass of orange Juice. It looked delicious, but I felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and heaved up my dinner from last night. Then, after brushing my teeth, I went back out to my room. Brett was still there with the tray.
"You okay baby?"
"Sure......I think I need to eat, I lost quite some blood."
"Yeah, you did. I'm sorry. I can get my doctor friend to check out your back if you want?"
"Ummmmm....." I said, weighing the options,"Yeah! That'd be a great idea!"
"Then we'll go today. I'll let you eat alone, and get dressed too. Love you."
"Bye. Go."
I got dressed in a simple T-shirt (obviously black), and jeans. I left my hair natural (wavy). I didn't care what I looked like as of now, I just want to get the you-know-what away from this place and this psycho guy!
I just wonder where Jenna is right now.
"Brooke?!"
"Yeah?"
"Are you ready yet?"
"Be down in a minute." Oh God, this is my chance. I can tell the doctor EVERYTHING. I may actually get a chance to get away from here, I hope.
