My Badboy

Chapter 22

Brittany POV

He was sitting on my bed. He has the nerve to show up. "Liam! You didn't kick him out or hit him?!" I whisper shout.

"I'm sorry. He threatened me, saying if I touch him I would die. I just barely found him when you got here." He says looking at my face trying to get me to understand.

"Ok, thanks Liam, how about you go home. I'll call you later, OK? Don't worry I'll take care of it. I can't just forget about it. I have to fix this."

I kiss Liam on the cheek and he walks off. I wait until his car is gone, and I take a deep breath and walk in my room.

Ryan looks up from his phone and he smirks. He stands up and walks towards me. My back makes contact with the wall and my breath is taken away. Not in a good way though.

See, when I was dating him, yes I dated him, he was my first love. I loved him, he loved me. We were a happy couple. Until I caught him sleeping with another girl. I was heartbroken. I thought he loved me. He claimed he was drunk, but he wasn't.

I told him the next day, we were done. He got angry so he hit me and threw me across the room. Every day from then on, he would come and hurt me, abuse me until I was broken. He would use me. He would literally rape me. I didn't want to do it. He forced me. It was horrible. He finally got caught because I turned him in. And boy, was he mad. He didn't come near me ever again. Well I guess I would never see him again. But he's right here in my room. I could be hallucinating. Or dreaming.

"Wow, Brittany, you have definitely grown into a beautiful women. I missed you so much" he says with a smirk on his face. I'm literally dying inside. I'm so scared of him.

"Did you miss me?"

I didn't answer. I wouldn't answer.

"Answer me!!" He yells at me. I still don't answer.

I suck in a breath at the contact of his hand on my cheek. It stings. Tears begin to form in my eyes.

He throws me on the ground and starts using me like I'm a punching bag. He kicks my head, he kicks my ribs, my stomach. He's kicking, hitting, punching. He kicks my stomach and I yelp in pain. I start crying as he kicks me more. He stops, and kneels down to face me. "See ya later Bri,"

He then walks out leaving me on the floor.

I crawl to my bathroom, and look at myself in the mirror. My face is pretty clear except where he hit me. My lip is bleeding. I walk toward my bed, having a lot of trouble because of the pain in my ribs.

I undress and put on new clothes which takes about half an hour to do so. I crawl in bed and look at the ceiling. Why does my life have to be so bad? Why can't I have a loving family. A loving boyfriend and to just be normal. I cry, I cry for my dad, for my mom, for my friends and for me. I soon fall asleep. Crying.
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The next morning, I try to walk to the bathroom but it hurts so much to take a step. I finally make it to the bathroom and I undress to take a shower. After I'm done rinsing my shampoo and conditioner, I get out and wrap a towel around me and my hair. I look at myself in the mirror. I look at my body and its covered in purple and blue bruises. My arms, my legs, my stomach, everything is covered in bruises.

I get dressed, and go to school. My first period is with Blake. Great. I forgot we sit next to each other. As I walk I limp a bit, since it hurts to walk. I get in class and I sit down.

Blake sits next to me and we don't speak. "Ms. Anderson, please come up here." Our teacher was having conferences with everyone of us. I slowly get out of my seat and as I'm raising myself up, my ribs burn in pain. I hiss in pain, but I slowly walk to the front of the class. I can feel Blake's eyes on my every move. I limp over there and he talks about whatever. I wasn't really paying attention. I limp back to our desk and sit down with a sigh. Blake looks at me.

"Why are you limping?" He asks with his eyebrows raised.

"No reason" I say in an emotionless voice.

The bell rings and I slowly get up in pain and limp to my next class.
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Two updates in one day. Hope you like it!

Published March 12, 2016
825 words
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