There was a loud bang outside the boys hotel room. Bree's eyes flew open and she turned to look at Liam who was already awake and looking at the door. There were a few more loud bangs and Liam kissed Bree's forehead. "I'll go see what those dorks are up to." He smiled at her before walking out of the room and shutting the door behind him.
Bree glanced at the clock and sighed. It had been fifteen minutes since Liam went to check on them. They must have really made a mess this time. She rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of Liam's sweatpants that were laying in the floor. They we're really big on her, but that was fine, she just tightened the top and ignored the fact that they covered her feet.
She yawned and pushed open the door. It was oddly quiet, which made her stomach twist in knots. Bree walked around the corner and her eyes widened. Sitting on the couch was her stepfather, smiling a horrible smile with his arms stretched along the back of the couch. "Hello Bree." He said in a cold voice.
Bree's gazed traveled to the unconsious boy on the floor. She let out a small gasp and ran over to him, crouching down and pulling his head into her lap. She stared down at Liam and help back some tears. He had blood coming from his temple and lip. She glared up at Allen. "What the fuck do you want from me?" She almost shouted. She gentally set Liam's head down and stood up to face him.
Allen stood and grabbed onto her hair, pulling her face closer to his. "I want you home, and that's what I'm going to get." He smirked. Bree almost laughed in his face. Did he really think that she was just going to drop everything and go back to live with him? "I'm not going anywhere with you." She spat.
He only chuckled and pushed her to the floor. He could tell she had change since she met these boys. She was no longer that scared little girl he pushed around anymore. She was stronger, braver. "Oh you will or your boys will pay for it." Allen chuckled and walked over to stand over the unconsious Liam.
The moment he got close to him, Bree stood up and shoved him back, away from Liam's body. She didn't care what this man did to her. She was used to it, but there was no way he was hurting the people who she actually cared for. "You know what I'm capable of, Sweetheart." Bree looked for the boy on the ground and back to Allen. "What do you want me to do?"
He backed away and smiled. "Simple, explain to them that you hate them, that you were only using them." He stepped towards the door. "I'll be in the parking lot where you saw Dylan."
*A/N*
Well there you go!!!! I updated! I'm sorry its short but I'm a bit busy. I hope you guys enjoy!
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FanfictionBreanna Walker is 19 years old living with her abusive step father after her mother died of an overdose. He taught her she was worthless, she was done. Done talking and done trying. She runs away, but when she meet's some boys at a park things will...
