Silenced

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Secrets Revealed

Brianna gulped, trying to swallow her fear. She instantly stiffened, hoping her father wouldn't spot her. Jeremy didn't really seem to notice her new demeanor. "Umm... I-I'll talk to you l-later." Brianna stuttered, slightly looking to Jeremy.

"Okay. I'll text you." Jeremy said. Brianna nodded, slowly getting out of the car- completely forgetting about her stuff. She silently wished Jeremy would grab her arm, and pull her back in the car, and take off somewhere safe, away from her father.

Jeremy pulled out of the driveway, honking the horn as he went. "What the hell was that?!" Her dad called from the porch.

"Nothing..." Brianna said back, only loud enough for him to hear, not the entire neighborhood.

"Get your ass up here!" He yelled. She wouldn't dare look at him. She climbed up the steps to have him grab her arm, and pull her inside. "What the fuck were to doing with him?!" He shouted, gripping het arm tighter.

"I told you... nothing." Brianna winced. Her dad laughed evilly, pulling his hand back, and slapping her in the face.

"Don't lie to me Brianna! You slut!" He screamed, shoving her down on the floor. A single tear fell down her face as she held her red cheek.

"I'm not lying!" Brianna shouted. Her dads eyes seemed to turn even darker than they already did. He kicked her about 3 times in the stomach. She cried out in pain with each blow.

"Your nothing but a dumb whore, just like your mother!" Her dad shouted, picking her up off the ground and pushing her into the wall. By now, an endless stream of tears fell down her face.

He gripped her wrists, looking around. He quickly spotted an umbrella beside the door. He let got of her, and grabbed it. Her eyes widened. She would run, but she knew she would get caught. Last time she ran, and he caught her, she almost got taken to the hospital.

He swung back the umbrella, and thrust it forward, making it hit Brianna in the head. Pain coursed through her head. He began to beat her all over with it. She fell to the ground in a heap. "No! Stop!" She shouted, crying her eyes out.

"Oh, so your a begging bitch now?" He shouted, kicking her in the chest. She screamed, rolling over in pain. He kicked her repeatedly in the back. "You worthless bi-"

*Riiiiing*

Her dad growled, pulling his phone out if his pocket, and answering it. "Hello?... At home... Why?... I guess I could go for a drink... Yeah... Bye."

He stuffed his phone back in his pocket, looking down at his cowering daughter. An evil smile spread upon his lips. "Your one lucky bitch. I'm leaving." He chuckled, turning away from her. He grabbed the keys off the counter, and opened the door. "I probably would've killed you." He laughed, shutting the door.

Brianna screamed out, her tears impossibly flowing faster down her face. Her body hurt, her feelings, everything. What a wonderful day, only to be ruined by her heartless father.

Brianna tried to crawl to the steps, but her back hurt to bad. She brought het hand up to where her dad had hit her in the head. She felt warm liquid come in contact with her fingers. She pulled them back to to see blood on them. "Great!" Brianna shouted, laying miserably on the floor.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Who the hell could that be?" Brianna whispered. She couldn't move, let alone open the door. Plus, what would the person on other side of the door think if they saw her all bloody and bruised? "Who is it?" Brianna's broken voice called.

"Brianna! Its Jeremy!"

"Oh no..." She muttered. She began to panic. "What do you want Jeremy?" She called back. She knew it sounded harsh, but she just got beaten. She had a good reason to be hateful at the moment.

"Uhmm, you left your phone in the car, and I wanted to bring it back to you."

Brianna didn't know what to say... How could she get rid of him? "Uhhh... Just leave it on the porch."

"Why can't I come in?" He called, sounding confused and a little irritated.

"I'm busy!"

"I can let myself in! Its no big deal! I'll just sit it on the counter, and leave if you want!" He tried to reason with her.

"No! I said leave it on the porch!" Brianna shouted back, now getting angry.

"Why? You might forget it!"

"Fine! Wait a minute! I'll be there!" Brianna yelled. She kind of crawled over to the bar stool, and pulled herself up. She couldn't stand straight up due to her back. She hobbled over to the door, hoping she didn't look like she just got the hell beat out of her. She swung it open to see Jeremy standing there, with her phone in his hand.

"Here." He said, handing it to her. She grabbed it, but it fell out of her hands. She bent over to get it, sharp pain shot throughout her back, but she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from screaming bloody murder. When she rose back up, Jeremy had a confused look on his face.

"Whats the matter?" She asked.

"What happened to your head?" He wondered. She froze. What will she tell him? She can't say "Oh, my dad just beat the heck out of me." But, boy how good would it feel to get it off her chest.

"Ummm... I just- I... hit my head." She stammered not making eye contact.

"Don't lie to me, Brianna." He warned. Brianna didn't say anything. She felt as if she didn't even know how to speak properly. That if she even tried it would all come out in a jumble of weird noises. A silent tear fell down her cheek.

She debated whether or not she should tell him. On one hand he could keep his mouth sealed, or her could go tell the entire school. He seemed nice enough even though she had only known him personally for two days. Her head started to spin from debating with herself.

Jeremy put his index finger under her chin, bringing her head up. Her eyes looked torn and broken. Just the sight of her this way made Jeremy want to cry. "C'mon, Bri. I know you didn't hit your head. You can tell me the truth. You can trust me." Jeremy almost whispered. It was almost inaudible.

"C-come inside." She sighed, moving aside. Jeremy stepped inside her home. The smell of smoke, and beer over took his senses. Stray beer cans were scattered across the counter, a couple on the floor. "Don't mind the mess."

"Its... fine." He replied. He walked into the living room. The walls were plain. Just... plain white. The couch was brown with a couple patches on it and the table was littered with beer cans.

"Sit..." Brianna mumbled from behind him. He nodded, and sat down. Brianna sat down on a chair to the side of the couch. "So... I guess I have some explaining to do, don't I?"

"Yeah... you do." Jeremy agreed.

Brianna mustered all the courage she had together. She took the biggest breath she could take, and let it out.

"My... dad... a-abuses me."