Forbidden By All

Not So Distant Memory

(FLASHBACK TO FOUR MONTHS PRIOR TO THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER)

"Bri! Get the fuck out here.." A shout was heard echoing throughout the halls of their lovely little home. There was a tiny boy sitting on the floor of a rather large living room, he was moving a little firetruck back and forth making little siren noises. His mother was right beside him, "Very good, Blake! Firetrucks are for putting fires out..they're the good guys!" Bri spoke softly to her baby boy, "Mwom..pap pap is cwall wo." the boy looked up at his mother, her face screamed dread and she absolutely did not wanna get up to go see what her husband was shouting about now.

Reluctantly, Bri got up, "I'll see what daddy wants, and I'll be right back, okay sweetheart?" she smiled at her son and rubbed his head before turning away and slowly shuffling towards Bryan's office. "What is it, Bryan..?" Bri arrived in the office, she stuffed her hands into her pockets and let hair fall into her face as he turned around and faced her. "Are you fuckin' kidding me? Do you not realize how stupid you are??" Bryan was still shouting practically at the top of his lungs at the tiny woman. She was standing there and just accepting the fact that he hated her, every single thing about her he hated.

"What's the matter.." Completely ignoring the insult, Bri was still trying to figure out why in fact he was shouting at her. "I dont understand how you can stand there all high and fucking mighty when you're spending all this useless money on your bullshit outfits! Shit Bri dont you realize that I CANT WORK RIGHT NOW! WHAT DONT YOU GET" Bri felt the words cut through her like a knife, her ears were ringing at his shouting and honestly she was beginning to shake.."Please Bryan, just..calm down..I can explain.." Much to both of them not realizing, Blake had hobbled his little self to the doorway and stood outside of the room, listening and understanding nothing except mommy and daddy were fighting..again. The fact that the television show, Total Divas had already touched on the fact that Bryan had an issue whenever Bri spent money, this doubly infuriated Bryan.

"Why dont you, why dont you explain how the fuck you can go off and buy some dumbass ugly dress and what is this..a donation into a bank account?" Bryan's voice pitched a bit as he shouted at her, slamming his hand on the desk, he was staring a hole through poor Bri at this point. "I-it was a charity, Bryan..I donated money to a charity that I've been dying to donate to for years now.." Bryan cleared his throat and looked down a bit, "Let me tell you something. You talentless piece of fuckin' shit..if you ever try and make yourself look better than me to the public again..I swear to god, you will never be heard from to the public ever, ever again.

Bri nodded her head, tears were building in her little brown eyes. She loved donating to charities, no matter what it was, she would donate and try to help the cause of whatever she felt was right at the time. This charity was for breast cancer, a disease that was more terrifying to Bri than any other kind of illness. "Yyes sir..I am so sorry I promise I will never do it again.." The fact that Bri had to bend over and take all of this was just the worst for her, in her mind she was less than a human being, she was less than a woman. Bri had to accept the fact that Bryan was better than her, and no matter what she did, she would never be anything without him...At least that's how Bryan made her feel, constantly.

"You fucking better not do this kinda shit again Bri..And take that fucking dumbass dress back immediately, you dont need anymore shit in this house. How the fuck do you think it looks for me when I see that kind of shit? You just constantly are trying to make me look like garbage, the company wont give a damn if I ever come back if you keep doing this to me. And not to mention, if your slutty skank gear gets any smaller, your fucking pussy will pop out. Another wardrobe malfunction for the skank twins." Bryan swatted something off of his desk that shattered against the wall, he had no idea what it was, as soon as she heard the noise, Bri winced in fear that she would be struck. Bryan did not care about Bri, he wished he didnt marry her, for it was primarily just a publicity stunt that would hopefully make him look good to have the beautiful Bella as his wife. Little did he know, the thing he swatted off of his desk was a family picture of Blake, Bri, and Bryan..