From when I kissed the quarterback good night till the time I stared at the red ceilings in my bedroom, all I can think about were the storms that brewed in his eyes. They haunted me. Never has someone directed so much distaste towards me. I sighed and began to get off my bed. I walked into my beautiful bathroom and took a long needed bath. I let my mind get lost in dangerous thoughts as I sat there and let all the grime, sweat, and mysterious body fluids melt off my skin. Cleansing me, making it seem like it never happened. Confession: It happened.
My thoughts kept replaying in my head. Reminding me, torturing me. I don't know how long I sat in my tub until I was jolted out of my dark abyss by the knocking on my door.
"Hey London, you in there?"
He wasn't supposed to be home yet. I stayed quiet, maybe if I don't make a sound he will go away.
"London babe, don't be like that. Open the door."
BAM BAM BAM! He started pounding the door. He just kept hitting the door. Over and over. Each strike more violent than the last.
"I know you're in there London. Come on beautiful, don't be like that." I remained soundless.
"LONDON OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" BOOM BOOM BOOM! His voice was thunderous. I could almost hear it echo through the silence. Heavy vibrations of it caused me to shiver.
"London, I am going to repeat myself one more time, open the fucking door." The change in his tone sent chills down my spine. His voice went from violent and booming, to calm and eerily deadly. The amount of viciousness that danced from his mouth and laced his words didn't go unnoticed. Then, next thing I know my body is doing things without my permission.
"O-one second Brian, I-I-I'm in the tub." I don't know what provoked me to say that. I guess the naive part of me was hoping he would leave.
"It's okay gorgeous, not like it's anything I haven't seen before, so open the door."
"O-oh a-alright, just let me grab my robe first."
"No! Open this door NOW.... I have missed MY beautiful sister." The way those words slithered out of his throat made me want to crawl and hide.
"P-p-please Brian, please. Not tonight. Pl-" The sob that had formed in my throat halted my words. My body started to shake, and I sunk deeper into tub. In my mind the murky, soapy water could protect me, or maybe, if I was lucky, kill me.
"I said OPEN the door London, I'm growing impatient." His voice sounded angrier than before. I didn't want to aggravate him even more. Slowly I got out the tub, grabbed my towel from the hook and wrapped it around myself.
"Brian p-please do-don't do this. Pl-please, please Brian. I'll do an-a-anything else." I could taste salt in my mouth. I didn't realize I had been crying so heavily already. That would explain my shortness of breath and my blurry vision. My feet were betraying me and I found myself taking slow steps toward the door. I knew if I didn't open it, it would be much worse if that was possible.
"Your voice sounds closer that's my good baby sis. I cannot understand why you're begging London, you know I won't hurt you." The moment he said that, I lost my breath. His words were a noose slowly tighten around my neck. I am now facing the white door. The only thing keeping me from him. BAM.
"B-B-Brian please don't, please."
"Open the door." He didn't even yell it. He said it with such finality like he knew he won this one sided battle. I started to reach for the knob. My hand couldn't seem to stay still. Everything in my head was telling me not to open that door. Screaming at me to run like hell back into the tub and hope he lost the key to the door. I knew better. My finger shakily surrounded the cold, hard golden knob and twisted. Click. That sound resonated throughout the room. A sinister silence surrounded me, and for a moment the door remained shut. I treasured it. Because for that short, blissful moment I was still on the other side.
For that moment Brian hadn't barged inside the room yet. For that moment he wasn't pulling me out of the bathroom by my long red hair. For that moment my scalp didn't feel like it was on fire. For that moment he didn't slap me so hard that the sound traveled throughout the whole room and echo in my ears. For that moment he didn't scream at me to shut up and stop crying. For that moment he wasn't yelling that next time he says open the door I open it. For that moment he didn't tell me how beautiful I looked while his hands were wrapped around my neck. For that moment he didn't pull me by my arm and shove me against the wall. For that moment he did bash my head into the wall so hard that darkness to filled my sight for a quick second. For that moment I wasn't wishing that the darkness had stayed permanently. For that moment he didn't rip the towel away from my body and stare at me hungrily as his eyes roamed from my head to my feet. For that moment I couldn't taste him in my mouth as he shoved his tongue down my throat. For that moment he didn't grab my body harsh enough to make my screams echo throughout our house. For that moment my pleas were not falling onto deaf ears. For that moment he didn't whisper in my ears how I was a dirty, filthy slut and deserved this. For that moment he didn't drag me like a rag doll towards my bed. For that moment he didn't push me down and tie my hands to the headboard with his belt. For that moment he didn't tower over me and flash me a sinister smile. For that moment he didn't run his hands up and down my body feeling every crease, inch, and opening. For that moment I didn't have bruises forming all around my body and his hands weren't embedding themselves on my waist. For that moment I didn't have Brian's body on top of me. For that moment I couldn't feel him inside me. For that moment I wasn't staring at my red ceiling with tears running down my face. For that moment Brian was still my loving big brother. For that beautiful moment I was clean, but now that moment is gone and the door is open. Confession: I love my brother.
Author's note
Holla, This scene was sooo difficult for me to write. I become my characters and I almost cried. Don't hate me too much and please tell me what you think. Comment Vote the whole nine yards
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