Love Is A Battle Field (Fourth Part of "Love In The Spotlight") MJ Fantasy

Chapter 9: Put Your Hands On Me

Brandon's POV

"Yeah, whatever you want, baby..." I said smoothly into the phone, relaxing on the bed.

"Will she be home soon?" She asked.

"Nah, she won't be back for a while. Are you gonna come see me?"

"I don't know, what if she finds out?"

I snorted. "Oh please, that woman is clueless. She won't find out. Trust me..."

She giggled. "Okay well I'll be over soon then..."

I smiled. Score. "Hurry up, baby... And make sure you wear something sexy-"

"BRANDON!" I heard someone scream in the distance.

"Uhh... I'll call you in a minute, okay? Bye." I said as I quickly hung up the phone and sat up on the bed.

The door burst open and Zoe came storming in. "We need to talk." She said in a voice that was a little scary.

"Uh... Yeah okay... Sit down..." I gestured toward space next to me on the bed and she sat. "What's up?"

She glared at me. "You've been fucking with my kid?"

I groaned. Not this shit again. "Oh god, didn't we already settle this earlier?"

"No, we didn't, because you scared him into lying."

I rolled my eyes. "This is getting old, Zoe. I'm really getting tired of hearing this shit."

"Just tell me if it's true or not." She snapped.

"If what's true?"

She crossed her arms. "Have you or have you not being yelling at and putting your hands on my child?"

I sighed and held both of her hands in mine, staring deep into her eyes. "I have not, and I never would... You have to believe me, baby... I love both of your kids as if they were my own. I would never ever ever ever do anything to hurt either of them. Okay?"

Her expression softened. Got her. She took a deep breath and looked down. "I'm sorry for accusing you..."

I tried to hide the smirk on my face. Now you see why I called her clueless. I can pull anything over on her. "It's okay, baby. I understand that you were just worried about your son..."

She nodded slowly. "I'm gonna go get a drink..." She announced, standing from the bed.

"Will you make me one?" I asked.

"Sure." She responded over her shoulder. Suddenly she stopped and turned to face me. "Oh, wait, I almost forgot to give you this..."

"What's that?"

She walked up and stood right in front of me with a sexy smirk on her face. Now that's what I'm talking about.

Out of nowhere, I felt the back of her hand crash hard against my face.

I stood up and held my cheek. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"That's for my son you piece of shit!" She hissed, pushing me back down on the bed and swinging at me. I covered my head with my arms to deflect her blows but it was no use.

"Chill the fuck out!" I shouted.

"You fucking son of a bitch! You like to put your hands on other people's kids, huh?" She spat, still swinging relentlessly.

The more punches that connected with my body, the more pissed I became. If this bitch doesn't pull herself together, I'm going to end up doing something I'll regret.

I leaned up and gripped her arms, holding them to her sides. "You better calm down!" I warned her.

At that, she proceeded to cock her head back and head butt me as hard as possible.

"Ah shit!" I groaned. I let go of her and fell backwards, holding my aching head.

"Yeah, how does it feel? It doesn't feel good to be pushed around does it? How does it feel?" She screamed, leaning in my ear.

"I'll show you how it feels." I said. I sat up and balled my fist, letting it connect with her jaw.

She screamed and fell onto the floor. I stood up and leaned over her, grabbing a handful of her hair. "Now, try not to pull some shit on me like that again, alright?"

I heard a loud boom and next thing I knew I was being tackled to the ground. Assuming it was Zoe, I tried to push her off of me but I couldn't. Wait a minute, this person is too strong to be a woman. Who the hell is on top of me?

The person leaned up so that I could see their face. As soon as I saw him, my jaw dropped. Son of a bitch.

"You want to put your hands on someone? Put your hands on me! Put your hands on a man!"

He wasted no time throwing punches here and there, left and right, bashing my face in repeatedly. I yelped and called for help, I tried to get away from him, but he wouldn't budge and no one was coming to my rescue. What kind of shit is this?

"Beat his ass, Mike!" I heard Zoe yell.

I clawed at his back, but it was still no use. He used his hand to pin my head down by my neck, and made a fist with the other hand. He made it sure it was balled up nice, reeled it back, and smashed it against my nose. I screamed in agony as I heard my nose crack and felt the bone shatter.

Everything after that was a blur, I slipped in and out of consciousness, seeing a fog of people surrounding me and hearing voices chatter above me. I must be being taken to the hospital. I felt my body being dragged and pulled. As soon as I get my mind together, I'm pressing charges on both of those motherfuckers. They messed with the wrong guy today.

My eyes flickered open slowly as I began to regain consciousness, but what I expected to be a hospital bed was actually the floor, and what I expected to be a hospital room was actually just Zoe's bedroom. These bitches left me here. I groaned in pain as a massive headache pounded against my temples. They're not getting away with this. I'll make sure that they pay for what they did. Big time.