The Chosen.

Malice

"Wha-What do you mean?" i ask shaking my head a little bit. My stomach sinks, he knows i have the coin in my pocket. Fuck. My hands begin to shake by my sides. If i yelled for help no one would hear me, they're all too far away.

"I could treat you so much better than him." he says, his head turning softly as he examines me. His eyes slowly trailing up and down my body. "You know i could take care of you." His rugged hand reaches out and softly caresses my cheek.

"Uh-" i start to speak but his finger presses against my lips as he shushes me. Slowly his finger drags across my lips. "I would never hit you like he does. I would never hurt you." His other hand falling down and caressing my wrist that has been bruised and purple from Toms aggression a few times now.

I sigh relieved that he knows about me and Tom, not about the coin.

"Look, Brady I-" i try to explain before his lips are suddenly pushed against mine. Placing my hands firmly against his chest i push him away from me. He stumbles back surprised at my rejection.

"Come on, June." He spits at me bitterly, confused that i won't give him what he wants.

"Stop." i demand of him. I turn to walk from the tiny office. I can't tell Tom what happened, he would surely beat Brady's ass. My mind becomes jumbled with all the thoughts between the coin and the kiss. i flick the lock open and reach to open the door when i'm suddenly thrown backwards by Brady.

My head slams against a desk sending a ringing in my ears. "What the fuck Brady!?" i yell as my hands touch my head trying to soothe the throbbing pain radiating through it. The force knocked me on my ass so i sit on the ground rubbing my head, looking at him. Brady stands over me watching my every single move.

His eyes have changed, i see rage flowing through them. He cowers down over me placing himself over me. "I want you June." he whispers softly which is a drastic difference from the story his eyes tell.

"I'm sorry, but-" His hand flies around my throat pushing me against the carpet. My heart begins to thud in my chest. I'm used to this kind of touch from Tom but with him it feels so different. Toms aggression is full of passion, Brady's feels full of hatred and malice.

"Brady, stop." i try to demand but my shaky voice doesn't do a very good job of standing up for myself. His breathing gets heavier as his chest lays it's self down against mine. I try to calm myself down and think. i ask myself what i need to do to get out of this situation.

"isn't this what you like?" my neck still in his grasp, he slams my head down against the floor. i wince in pain as the tears start to well in my eyes. I don't cry because of the agonizing pain rushing to my head, i cry because im terrified of what he is going to do to me. He sloppily kisses down my neck as his body pins me securely against the hard ground. I groan out in disgust at the feeling of his hot tongue against my skin.

I try to wriggle myself out from underneath him but it only makes him push down against me harder. He pushes his mouth forcefully against mine, his tongue poking through my lips and exploring my mouth with out permission. The tears start to streak down my face, my cheeks getting warmer by the second. i don't wanna be here i wanna go home even though i don't even know exactly where that is.

His slimy tongue slivers down my neck as he paws at my hoodie trying to pull it up between us. I try to push it back down but his hands grab at mine yanking them away. He finally succeeds, ripping my hoodie away exposing my bare breasts between us. I choke on my sob as i lie on my back looking up at the white ceiling tiles.

"PLEASE STOP" i cry out begging for his mercy. The once sweet southern gentleman i once knew is gone, left in his place is a monster who wishes to steal my consent. I feel him groan for desire, his chest vibrating into mine. I push his shoulders back in disgust.

"PLEASE BRADY" i scream hoping my voice will break him from his trance. But his hands continue to paw roughly at my breasts. He chuckles devilishly in my ear sending a chill down my spine.

Thrashing my legs around i try to break free, only to get my legs pinned down swiftly with his massive thighs. I huff my breath knowing that was one of my only ways to escape and now it is long gone. His rugged hands roughly grabbing at my sweat pants pushing them down my waist. My stomach drops. i can't let him do this to me, but i am no match against him.

"NO, NO, PLEASE NO!!" I scream out as loud as my lungs will let me.

His hand reaches between my legs and i know it is over for me. I can't help but to think of how Tom will feel about me when he finds out. Will he be disgusted of me with another man? My sob heaves harder at the thought of doing this with someone that's not the love of my life.

"TOM!" i cry out for him. i beg of him to hear me. i need him.

i feel the fabric of my sweat pants around the middle of my thighs as his legs forcefully part mine. My stomach heaving at the motion. I can't fight anymore. To protect myself i start to shut down. Sloppily he lays his lips against mine, his tongue lapping up the inside of my mouth. All i can do is cry.

Suddenly the door is thrust open, my friends stand there staring at me, shocked. I shriek a loud sob as i see the look on Toms face. My baby. I see rage and intensity flow through him as he realizes what's happening. But before he can even move Zeke has already ripped him off of me throwing Brady against the ground. My naked body now lies exposed, the tears streaming down my bright red, puffy face.

Zeke and Tom take one look at me before the punches begin. Mia flings herself of top of me trying to cover my exposed mess. She quickly rips my sweatshirt down and grabs my pants yanking them up as i turn to cry in her arms. I feel her trembling underneath me, she lets me go and i fall to the ground. Shockingly she grabs a stapler from the desk and begins to beat it into Brady's face. I gasp at the sight of Mia becoming violent. The boys stand there taken back at her aggression, we have never seen this side of her. Her tiny body lands hard blows against his head, sending blood splattering against the walls.

"DONT FUCKING TOUCH HER!!" she wails as she repeatedly slams the metal into his bloody skull. Her voice trembles, she is hurting for me.

By now others have started to hear the commotion and come rushing. By the look on their faces, what happened is very apparent. I sit in a crumpled mess, tears and snot streaming down my face. I see a few of them notice my clothing in disarray as it is pulled different directions over my little body. Faith and a few others are able to pull my friends revengeful blows away from him. I wish they would let them keep going. Brady lies still, sprawled out on the carpet. Faith quickly rushes to his side in aide before turning to us with panic in her eyes,

"He's not breathing."