Sequence h.s. AU

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(Abusive content read at your discretion)
Bye bye harry

Brad showed up early the next day.
Tight pants and a leather jacket, just the same as he was usually dressed but he added a pair of raybans Which.. we won't go there.
He looked attractive as usual and treated me like usual.
Like shit. But that's okay.
I sat up from my bed an immediate fake smile playing at my lips. Hopeful that he will stay calm.
"So howd your date go." He's sat on my bed with an angry look on his face and I reach my hand to place on top of his.
"Why didn't you show up last night?" I ask sweetly and my attempt explosively fails.
"I said. How did your date go?" He's stern with dark rage in his eyes.
I am about to break.
I want Harry.
He wouldn't do this to me. He wouldn't hurt me this way.
Right now he's mad he's mad because I can't talk to him and his mad at me for being with Brad again.
Last night I told him I loved Brad. Last night I kissed Harry.
It floods back and tears flood in my eyes.
"What?" Brad screams and throws himself off the bed.
"It was amazing. I had so much fun and it was so much more than what I've had in awhile. And I don't know what changed in you. What happened to you. I tried to love you Brad I tried. For two long years I tried so damn hard to love you Brad and you- you put me in the hospital and hit me and.. it's a little much Brad it's a little much." I take a pause and his emotions flicker from pain to anger. And just like that.
I'm on the ground..
Getting kicked in the head.
In the stomach.
Picked up and thrown against the wall with blood pouring out of my mouth.
I close my eyes hoping he'll go away. Hoping that I'm not here right now, being beat to death.
My eyes bulge out of my head as he wraps his calloused hands around my throat.
I can't breathe. And I hope I'll never breathe again.
In the moment of looking into brads eyes there's some sort of contentment. Contentment that I'm dying and I won't have to wake up to him again.
But he let's me go and I fall to the floor weakly.
Sadly I didn't stop breathing. I didn't stop living. And my heart didn't stop beating.
He wanted to torture me. And he was succeeding.