FAME's 99

020.

MYLANN
THROWBACK
Her relationship w/
Brent

They stumble out of the party, both of them drunk, but Brent's vibe has shifted completely. The whole ride back, he's silent, tension thick in the air. Mylann presses herself into the corner of the backseat, trying to make herself as small as possible, her pulse racing because she knows how he gets when he's like this.

— Flirting with another man in front of me? He sneers.

— Baby, I wasn't—

— Don't call me baby ! I'm not your fucking baby.

When they finally get to the house, she slips off her heels as fast as she can, hoping to disappear upstairs before it gets worse. But he's right behind her.

— You should've just left with him.

— I didn't do anything, she whispers, her voice shaky.

But he cuts her off, stepping closer.

— Shut the fuck up, you hear me ? He growls, pressing his hand over her mouth, hard.

His eyes are cold, dangerous, watching her struggle to pry his hand off, but he's too strong. He just stares at her, like she's nothing.

— You love acting like a whore, don't you ? Love all that attention, huh ? Always gotta be the center, like some desperate little slut.

When he finally lets go, she stumbles back, her hand flying to her mouth as she tries to catch her breath. She pushes against his chest, desperate for any bit of space.

— You're insane, she mutters, her voice trembling. Why are you doing this?

—  I'm insane ? Me ? He yells, his face inches from hers.

She sways, struggling to keep her balance, her vision blurry, everything spinning. She tries to steady herself, pressing a hand against the wall, blinking back tears.

— Look at you, he spits, disgust twisting his face. You should be thankful I even look at you. You think you're special ? Think you deserve anything better?

Her chest tightens, heart pounding in her ears, but she's too scared to even speak.

— I didn't do anything... She manages to whisper.

He scoffs, stepping even closer, cornering her against the wall. His eyes are filled with rage, and before she can react, he shoves her hard, her back slamming against the wall with a force that leaves her gasping. Her head snaps back, pain shooting down her neck, and she feels everything start to blur.

— What the hell's wrong with you ? She yells, her voice barely steady, filled with fear.

His hand flies to her throat, squeezing just tight enough to cut off her breath, his face twisted with anger.

— You think you can do whatever the fuck you want ? He spits, his voice low. Looking at other men, tryna make me look like a fool?

Her hands claw at his, trying to loosen his grip, but he only holds tighter, his fingers digging into her skin, cutting off her air. Panic rises, her heartbeat wild, as she chokes out a desperate, broken plea.

— B...Brent, stop...

He doesn't listen. The slap that follows is so hard it makes her ears ring, her cheek stinging as her head whips to the side. She stumbles, barely able to keep her balance.