Dead end. (ON HOLD)

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~I promised a third chapter if i got two votes on the last chapter, here you guys go!

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Walking up the sidewalk to the house I’ve lived in for sixteen years made me feel uneasy. I looked around the empty lot and let out a breath of relief, Brandon wasn’t here. I quickly slip into the house and I’m hit with the smell of musk and beer. Figures it would smell like this, I was the only one who actually cleaned up around the place. I walked up the stairs making sure to skip that third one that squeaked under any amount of pressure. I went into Casey’s room first, a couple months back me and my friend Liz had gotten a job, at a local Deli shop, and they paid me eight fifty an hour. Brandon made me quit after seven months working. But not once did I spend that money, I put in a place I knew Brandon would never check. There was a panel above Casey’s dresser that lead into an attic, the only entrance was through Casey’s room. I opened it and pulled out the small mirror box that my dad made me. Inside it was 4,287.50. Adding to that five hundred from the birthday cards, I had enough to get Casey and me to Florida. I stuffed the money back into the box and closed the panel. I got down from the dresser, it was unstable which caused me to fall on my ass with the dressers falling on my ankle.

“Holy fudge! Ow!” I screamed out. The pain started racing up my leg. I heard a loud bang and secretly hoping it was my mom and not Brandon.

“Sarah!? Where are you?” Brandon’s voice rang out clear and firm. Which meant he was sober, and I hated him sober. I quickly pushed the heavy dresser off my ankle and crawled under Casey’s bed.

The floor beds creaked under his weight, his feet stopped in front of Casey’s door for a minute before he walked off. I let out a breath I was holding in. I moved the mirror box in front of me and smiled. Maybe I could pull this off.

“What do we have here?” He voice rang out from the right side of the bed. I let out a loud shriek and starting kicking. He grabbed onto the ankle that was under the dresser and yanked hard. I bit down hard on my tongue.

“Aubrey, Aubrey. Little miss Aubrey,” He pulled me from under the bed from my hurt ankle. He quickly wrapped his hands around my throat.

“And to think I was never going to see you again,” His eyes twinkled with hatred. “I protected you from him, and this is how you repay me? By taking Casey and leaving?” I couldn’t breathe and started prying at his fingers trying to get him to release me. I was starting to see black dots.

“Poor Aubrey, always the victim,” He grip got tighter. “Not anymore. You get what you deserve you know that? You’re a pathetic human being and you will always be the trashy little whore that you are.” He let go of my neck and yanked my head to side by my hair. I winced in pain. His hot breath was on my neck.

“A couple years ago you used to love this Aubrey, so what made you stop?” He asked before nibbling on my neck. I felt tears threating to come out but I wouldn’t let them.

“Please stop.” I asked. He paused for a second and moved his mouth.

“Why?” He asks. He bent down to my ear. “I can make ya feel better than that Daniels guy.” My eyes widen and I started shaking.

“Please don’t hurt him Brandon, please. I’m not dating him, I swear.” He chuckles deeply.

“Good, I can have you all to myself.” He started kissing the side of my face, each kiss inching its way to my lips.

“Brandon? Sweetie, you home?” My mom yelled out. Brandon shoved me roughly off of him.

“Get your shit and leave.” He whispers. He walks out the door and slams it. I felt myself staring to panic. If he knows about Archer, then he knows where I’m staying. This can’t be good. I grabbed the mirror box and shoved it into a duffle bag full with Casey’s clothes. I would just borrow some from Serena. I walk down the stairs skipping the third one.