My Messy Life

Chapter 28

"Wake her up," Erica spat at Brandon.

"You wake her up. You've done nothing but complain about your stupid kid. How can you not find him in this house?"

"She's hiding him somewhere. She's hurt my son and put him somewhere. You said you wanted to meet him. Why are you being so mean about this now?" I heard Erica's voice shift from anger to confused in two seconds but I inwardly smiled knowing neither of them had found Trevor.

"I told you that I didn't want anything to do with your stupid kid. The only kid I'm going to deal with is my own and it isn't born yet. If you're lucky, I'll get you and Davis pregnant tonight." My stomach lurched, taking everything in me not to throw up where I laid. There was no way in hell I'd ever willingly or otherwise have his child. I'd kill myself first.

"Did you ever love me?" Erica's words were soft and when I heard her footsteps near me I closed my eyes again, pretending to be asleep still.

"What does it matter now? You wanted Mike and he's in jail. You've always just settled for me so I finally let you go. I found someone new, someone who wants me and you just hate that I'm happy without you." Erica scoffed and a second later her foot connected with my stomach.

"You want her, broken and ruined?" She kicked me again and I groaned, rolling into a ball to protect myself.

"Stop hurting her," Brandon yelled. "You were always jealous of me. Even when we were kids." I stopped moving but my eyes flashed open. What did he mean as kids? I thought they met in high school.

"When your father married my mother we were just kids. You were nice to me. You were my first kiss, my first everything. We spent so much time together. I always loved you and wanted the best for you but this whore isn't it." She went to kick me again but I grabbed her foot, pulling it and watching her fall to the floor, I smiled.

"Don't kick me again," I spat at her. I rolled myself over, pinning her under me and started hitting her back. I was so tired of being the victim. It was time to fight back. I hit Erica over and over, not caring that her face was quickly turning red. I could hear Brandon yelling at us to stop but I couldn't.

"I said knock it off," Brandon yelled as he pulled me off of her. I kicked my legs out, hoping to get contact again but didn't. Erica didn't move, only groaned and I smiled as Brandon threw me back onto the ground a few feet away from her.

I was breathing heavily but I felt liberated. I looked over at Brandon to see him watching me carefully. "What?" I asked him quickly with a smile.

"What the hell was that?"

"What do you mean?" My smile widened as I realized he wasn't upset. He looked like he was in awe.

"You fought back. I've never seen you fight like that." He moved towards me and my smile dropped as I scooted back from him.

"I may have kicked her ass but I'm not up for taking you on." That made him smile again.

"You're smart not to push me. I'm not in the mood for you and your crap. Now, is there another way out of this house besides the front?" He was still going to try and get out of here? The police were here now. I could hear people talking outside.

"There's the back yard. Other than that no."

"Well, I guess I'll have to use what I have at my disposal. Where's the brat, Davis?" My blood ran cold but I made sure my body didn't move. I wasn't going to show him fear.

"I'm never going to tell you that. Take me. I'll go willingly." Brandon's eyes  widened and he took a step towards me.

"You'd die in order to keep some kid you don't know safe?"