When I woke up the next morning he was gone. I thought omg did he just leave me here, but then I remembered this was his house and he would leave me here. I got up and walk down the hallway, I started to smell bacon and eggs. I turned into the kitchen and saw Brandon chefing it up.
"Hey babe, how was your sleep?" He turned to me still working on his eggs
"What sleep?" I asked only thinking about the wonderful sex we had last night. "I was good," I say with a chuckle. He hands me my plate. It smells amazing (eggs, bacon, and peppers wrapped into a breakfast burrito.)
After breakfast I decide not to go to work, so that I could spend more time with Brandon. We was on the couch he looked at me, and started kissing on my neck.
"Babe, not right now this is my show." We were watching Pretty Little Liars of course I don't want sex right now. He looks at me, then all of a sudden he slaps me. I try to back away, but he grabbed my neck and slammed me on the floor. He punches me twice in my stomach almost threw up my food.
"Why...why are you doing this to me?" I said straining to speak and coughing. "'Cause if I make it obvious that I want to have sex you don't disobey me...Okay?"
"...Okay." He let's go of my throat and I cough. "And if you tell anyone about this I will hurt you...now next time I want you to do something you will listen!!"
I go into the bedroom, and cry. Especially, since this has happened before.
