Half Of 100 Million: Women, Parallels, and Harsh Realities (girlxgirl)

Video Games(3 months later)

Violettes POV

"Fuck, did you just die again" I groaned in disbelief as I took another sip of my gold Corona beer. "Yeah"Brian sighed as if it didn't even matter. "Yeah? Yeah my ass, we almost made it to the finals. You know what Brian, you suck" I said slamming the Xbox controller down on the unsteady footboard of the bed. "And you swallow." Brian voiced in an unhumourous tone. I looked over at his face to try to read his expression because I honestly couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was he upset? Or could he have just been joking? "You Okay B" I asked looking over at the man who was gazing down at his controller. "Yea" he whispered. "Are you sure? You haven't been yourself lately. You haven't even been taking Kaylen out like you usually do. And It's obvious she's startin to feel some type of way." I pointed out. "Well" Brian said twiddling his thumbs. I know he's a bit drunk but he never acts this way, especially when were playing Overwatch. "Well? Well, thats your girlfriend"I emphasized. Brian remained silent for a long time. "But what if i don't want her to be. What if I like someone else" he grunted, never looking up at me. His words severely shocked me. Was he really over Kaylen? He couldn't have been. "Stop playing games Brian" I said rolling my eyes and laying my head back on the headboard as I was exhausted. "I'm not playing Violette" Brian snapped in a stern voice causing me to tense up. "Okay ...Well who is this lucky woman" I said attempting to brighten Brian's gloomy mood. Wasting no time Brian replied "You".

My heart skipped a beat. "I already told you to stop playing with me Brian.You play to fucking much" I irritably said as i ran my hands through my hair that was in its naturally wavy state as it was slightly damp. "Well maybe I'm not fucking playing with you Violette" Brian said turning around and standing up. His tan skin had become a vibrant red as his abdomen muscles began to flex up. Instinctively my eyes traveled to the door that we had closed earlier. Was he really not playing? "Okay Brian I get it" I said out of fear. I loved Brian but I had never seen him act this way with me before. He probably doesn't feel this way about me. I'm pretty sure he's just drunk and talking shit. "No you don't get it Violette. And you never have" Brian said climbing onto the big bed and crawling up to me, causing my beer to spill all over my clothes. "W-what are you talking about Brian" I stuttered as I noticed that he had an erection in his pants. "Your just a big fucking tease Violette. You make people like you just so you can use them" Brian said as he repositioned himself so that he was hovering over me. "B-Brian I-I did not" I muttered. "Shut up Bitch"he said before violently slapping my cheek causing my head to fly to the opposite side of myself. The right side of my face began feeling like I had run straight into a wall. "You may use me any other time but today you won't because I am t-taking what's mine"Brian heaved before taking both of his rough hands and obtaining a tight grip on my thighs and spreading my legs. "B-Brian please don't. Kaylen loves you" I begged with gleamy eyes. I know it's kind of weird for me to have been thinking about Kaylen in a time like this but I was. She may be mean but I know it's only because she has been through some things.....this would only break her more. "Kaylen won't know because your going to keep your stupid mouth shut"Brian said taking both hands and forcefullly turning my body over so that I was laying on my stomach.

Before I could even react to it his hand began pressing my head deep into the mattress making it hard for me to even breathe. As my face became hot and my breath shortened I felt a sharp sting on my behind as Brians hand smacked it god-forsakenly hard, causing me to moan out in pain. "Oh you like that. Well you'll like this even more" Brian whispered into my ear, pulling my shorts down along with my panties. Immediately I began to panic and squirm, as I had completely forgotten why I didn't move in the first place; Brian never goes anywhere without his gun. After a wave of struggling I was able to pry my head up from the mattress as I gasped for air, my breath extremely stagnant. "Don't you fucking defy me" Brian grunted this time slamming my head down ever harder, causing it to hit the board of the bed in the process. "Ouch" I whimpered. "Don't cry baby, I got something that'll make you feel all better" he said as he came in closer to me. A few seconds passed before I felt my legs being forcefully spread and a cold hard length on my rear end. Following the length was a heavy presence as Brian's weight crumbled me into tiny pieces.

"Br-Brian please. Don't. I-I-" I uttered helplessly. "You think you can get away with fucking every nigga in this neighborhood and not giving me none. That's not how it works babygirl" he whispered closely into my ear. "Now let me fuck you, you little whore" Brian demanded as his rough hands gripped my waist tightly and I felt a sharp pain fill the space that was once my dry vagina. Instead of the usual feeling of sexual excitement that some clients are able to evoke on me, I was given a feeling of intense pain, as if I were being stabbed, the knife causing horrific cramps in my stomach. I felt my toes curl up as my mouth bit on the sheets, and my hands gripped them tightly in an attempt to cope with the unbearable pain. Simultaneously Brian's hips began bucking as he thrusted in and out of me, hard and fast. Gradually picking up his pace, he used one hand to grab my hair harshly causing my head to jerk back, while the other hand rubbed my clit.

"Ohh your so wet baby" he groaned as he began stroking faster and harder in me before tossing me on my back and reinserting himself into my sex that had seemed to have closed up, causing me a distraught feeling of a tear. Somewhere between that change of action and wild statement I lost all senses of my body. The painful feelings were still present but the actions causing them became undetectable. Instead I became trapped inside my own mind, but it was blank and I couldn't think. The only sense I had left was sight. Sight of the sweat on my body that wasn't mine. Sight of the blood that was all over my vagina and in between my legs. And sight of the smiling man who found joy in it all. An "I'm bout to cum all in you, you little bitch. You bout to be my new baby mama" caused everything to become audible in my head again. Seconds later a warm discomforting feeling invoked my body that caused my stomach to sicken as I realized that Brian was sucking roughly on my neck.

Maybe a minute later I could feel the nasty man pulling himself out of me, as I saw white appear in between my legs. White that didn't belong to me. I became aware of everything. Even my own breathing that had became ridiculously heavy. "Fuck You" I spat at the man who was pulling his boxers back up directly in front of me. "What?!" Brian said looking at me as if I were crazy for even saying such a thing. "I said fuck you, you filthy bastard" I screeched out at him. Unexpectely he yelled back "Don't fucking talk to me that way you whore" as he punched me dead in my teary eyes, causing all the water works to come out as I held it with my left hand. "B-Brian wh-Why did you do this to me" I wept. I didn't understand at all. Were these always his intentions? "Do what? It's a secret remember Violette" Brian said holding one hand around my neck. "Tell Kaylen and I won't hesitate to blow your fucking head off" the monster gritted through his teeth looking at me with eyes that were full of hate. More tears developed amongst my throbbing eyes as my throat became sore. "Just let me go. Pleaseee" I cried out because it was hard to even look at him after what he had just done. I admired that man. Just not in the way he wanted me to. But he just ruined it all.

Brian stared me down uncomfortably, causing a cold chill to go down my spine. "You can go" he finally said releasing the firm grip that he had on my neck. My eyes traveled left and right as I did not know if the monstrous man was actually being serious. "I said go" he demanded this time with bass in his voice; causing me to hop my sore body off the bed and pull my shorts and panties back up. Once my feet touched the hard ground I quickly began making my way towards the door but my attitude got the best of me. I was really upset. Extremely upset. "Dumbass Nigga" I mumbled as I opened the door and was half way out it. He deserved every bit of that racial slur, and I knew he hated it.

"What the fuck did you just say" Brian hollered causing me to run but I only made it to the living room. Brian came stumbling into the living room, banging me hard against one of the walls. "I let your ass go and you still wanna talk shit. I guess you aint get enough. Is that your way of asking for more" he whispered into my ear, his body holding mine in place. I didn't realise how drunk I was until I tried standing up on my own. It was pitiful. "n-no" I stuttered. "You don't sound too sure. Maybe this will help you decide" Brian said villainously. Before I knew it, I was back in the terror of his cold embrace. A cold dry hand dipped into my pants quicker than I could even blink, before I felt two large cold fingers jabbing themselves into me. "Shit" I moaned out raspily in atrocious pain. "Oh you like that baby" Brian breathed into my neck before he began sucking on it intensely and pumping his fingers in and out of me even faster. The unpleasurable pleasure and immense pain caused me to dig my nails deeply into Brian's back, scratching it up terribly.

Realization of my own wetness didn't come to me until the gushing sounds were so loud the neighbors could probably hear it. Why was I wet? This was making me sick to my stomach. Suddenly my trauma caused hyper sensation switched from the horror show that was going on in my pants to the rattling of keys on the other side of the door. It could only be one person......Kaylen.