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Hi everyone, just a lil annoncement before the chapter in which i advice all readers to read please.

I was thinking that this book could use more than daisys pov. Obviously it it'll be brad, meredith, and possibly daisys parents. I was also thinking of ptting ella, cristiano, veronica, and george (he's brads best friend in case you guys forgot.)
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daisys pov

"You're just like your mother, weak and stupid."

My tears have come to a hault but brads words still linger in my mind. Im not sure if he meant all the rude things he said to me, im not sure if he even knew what he was saying to me. He was obviously drunk, i could tell by his eyes. They didnt have their natural blue spark as they usually did. Plus, brad has never said such a thing to me. Yes, hes called me names, hit me, the list goes on; but he has never said anything about my parents.

My parents were always in the back of my mind, i thought about them daily; sometimes i would cry over them. I missed them so much, i wonder how they are doing without me there with them in new york.

I knew in my heart, they thought about me. I knew they wanted me to come home, just as i wanted.

Tears brim in my eyes, thinking of my life back in new york city made me want to cry into my pillow. It made me want to punch brad straight in his jaw, right where it hurts the most.

I had this strange desire, this strange need to hurt brad like hes been hurting me. Isn't it bad enough that he has taken me against my will and that he works for the very man that had killed thousands?

Does he really love me?
If Brad loves me, then he would let me go home, he would respect me.

"Baby," brad wraps his arms around me as i stare out my window in my room, waiting for someone to find me. Waiting for someone to save me.

"You know im sorry daisy." brads raspy voice is heard from above me

I clench my jaw and take a breath, i wasn't ready to talk to him, yet, or ever maybe.

He sighs and kisses my neck

"Get your hands off of me." my voice comes out raw and cold

He lets go of me "what?"

I keep my face towards the window, i would break down if i saw brads beautifully broken face because of my words. But i could not. I would not give into him this time.

I dont answer him, he let go of me and thats all that i wanted.

Brad grabs my waist and spins me around to face him.

"Hey," brads voice was raised and his eyes looked angry
"Talk to me."

I roll my eyes "about what?" "about the fact that you're a monster in disguise? About the fact that you are a billionaire but you still hit me, abusing me physically and mentally? You're insane."

Brad narrows his eyes at me "excuse me?"

I smile slightly "i dont recall stuttering."

Brad turns swiftly,trying to contain himself,trying to stop himself from blowing my brains out; trying to hold onto the last bit of self control he had left.

He turns to me, a small smirk rising on his lips,he then starts to chuckle, then laugh. He was laughing.

He collects himself and points his right index finger at me "you're one funny girl daisy i must admit. Its funny how you think that an utterly stupid, little brat like you; can talk to me that way."

"You're lucky that you're pretty daisy,you're lucky that i have this urge to fvck you sensless everynight. Sadly,you have no other outstanding qualities."

I am taken back from his response "im not stupid."

"You're not smart,though are you? See, a smart girl would treat her husband right, wouldn't keep disobeying his orders; and certainly never talk to her husband with such a trenchant tongue."

I shrug "you can insult me all day if you please, it doesn't erase the fact that you're a horrible man."

He chuckles "i go to that camp everyday and see the things you see on the news, i see people getting beaten and killed and i cannot describe a happier feeling, really. I dont care if you dont like my job, its not my duty to spoil you."

I scoff at how disgusting he was being right now

"I dont care what you want daisy. I could slam you on the ground and fvck you right here, right now. And i wouldn't have a second thought about it. I could strap you to a metal pole and beat you until you bled and begged me for mercy and forgiveness, because that's what you need. Forgiveness and peace of mind, how can you live this way?"

I clench my dress with my hands and look him in the face with pure agony and disgrace

"Forgiveness of what? I have done nothing wrong." i say

He looks at me with his blue eyes "forgiveness of how you've treated me since you've been here, you stupid child!"

"i am not a child!" i scream back

"You will always be a child baby, unless you clean up your act now and obey me."

I hate you so much, i hate you, i hate you-

Brad rakes his fingers through my hair so delicately. His minty fresh scent running up my nostrils.

"I love you and you now that,but you will not talk to me in this manner. i have no choice but to keep you inside at all times now."

I stay quiet, not protesting or anything.

"Baby, tell me that you love me." brad whispers to me

My breath hitches in my throat as i stay quiet once more

Brad sighs and takes his hands away from my body

"Ill write down your rules and regulations and be back in a little bit." he leaves me

I slam the door after him and climb into bed, crying my eyes out until i had no voice to scream or cry with. I punch my pillow, i break the jewls brad has given me, rip my clothing and breaking everything in my path.

I fall onto my knees and scream, it comes out more of moan.

I then lay on the cold, wooden floors. Sleep taking over me.

Oooo this chapter got HEATED!! ok just a lil disclaimer that brad WAS drunk in this chapter, the things he said weren't all one hundred percent correct. His sudden mood changes are obvously effects of being drunk.