did your dad do that Kat and Bryant

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Kat got up from his bed, her body still bare, and walked over to his desk, her movements deliberate and unhurried. "Kat," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and desperation. She turned to face him, biting her lip, a look of determination in her eyes. "Bryant," she responded, her tone firm yet soft. He could feel his resolve weakening, but he knew he had to stand his ground. "Get up, get your clothes on, and leave," he said, trying to sound authoritative. "No," she replied simply, her defiance unwavering.

Before he could react, she got up, pushed him onto the bed, and sat on him, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of challenge and something deeper, something he couldn't quite place. "Bryant," she whispered, leaning in closer. The moment was charged with tension, and for a split second, he forgot everything else. But then the sound of banging on the door shattered the moment. "Bryant, unlock this door!" his dad's voice slurred from the other side, clearly drunk. The urgency in his father's voice brought him back to reality.

Bryant's heart raced as he looked at Kat, who seemed unfazed by the commotion outside. He knew his dad's temper, especially when he was drunk, and the situation was quickly spiraling out of control. "Kat, please," he said, his voice now tinged with fear. She seemed to understand the gravity of the situation, but instead of moving, she held her ground, her eyes never leaving his. The banging grew louder, and Bryant felt the weight of the moment pressing down on him. He had to make a choice, and he had to make it fast.

Kat started moaning loudly, her voice echoing through the room. "Kat, stop," Bryant said, his voice filled with urgency. The sound of his dad yelling from the other side of the door only added to the chaos. "Bryant!" his dad's voice boomed, slurred and angry. Kat, seemingly unfazed, removed his shirt and began unbuckling his belt. The tension in the room was palpable, and Bryant could feel his heart pounding in his chest. "Bryant!" his dad yelled again, the banging on the door growing more intense.

Bryant's breathing became rapid and shallow as he felt the walls closing in on him. "Kat, stop," he repeated, his voice now tinged with panic. His vision started to blur, and he could feel the onset of a panic attack. The room seemed to spin, and the noise from outside felt like it was coming from all directions. Kat, noticing the change in his demeanor, paused and looked at him with concern. "Wait, are you okay?" she asked, her tone shifting from playful to worried.

Bryant struggled to catch his breath, his chest tightening with each passing second. The banging on the door continued, and his dad's voice grew louder and more insistent. "Bryant, open this door right now!" The urgency in his father's voice only made things worse. Kat's eyes widened as she realized the severity of the situation. She quickly got off him and started to gather her clothes, her movements now frantic. Bryant's vision began to tunnel, and he felt himself slipping away. "Bryant, breathe," Kat said, trying to calm him down. But it was too late; the panic had taken hold, and he felt himself being pulled into the abyss.