(Back in Brittney's P.O.V. ALSO this chapter is slightly depressing and sexual. If that's not your thing skip this chapter. It's kind of important but I won't make you read it. You can skip to the -=+=- if you really don't want to though.)
Brandon sits down by the fire pit and pats the seat next to him. He opens up a beer and passes it to me, then opens one for himself.
"Want to talk about that Caleb who keeps threatening you?" Brandon asks, his voice low.
I shake my head and he sighs.
"Brittney, you can trust me." He whispers in my ear.
"Lets drink a little, and then maybe I won't remember what I tell you." I mumble back.
He nods and takes a drink of his beer. I do the same, and cringe at the taste.
"Probably not used to it huh?" He chuckles.
I laugh, "I'm only 18 remember?"
He laughs, and we both take another sip.
Soon enough the whole 6 pack is gone, and we are working on a second pack.
"Okay so wait you're telling me that you weren't allowed to leave unless Caleb went with you?" Brandon asks.
"Pretty much. I was homeschooled, and my only friend was my younger sister. I wasn't even allowed out of the house when my sister was born. What was I going to do at the age of 4? I was living the dream then." I laugh.
Brandon rolls his eyes, "Seriously. How could you put up with it?"
I sighed, "Well for the first 10 years it was fine. Then when I turned 10 and Caleb turned 15 it became horrifying. That's when he learned that he could throw me around and do what he wanted."
He nods, "You don't have to tell me."
I shake my head, "I want to." Brandon hand grabs onto mine and I sigh, "At 15 he realized what all his friends were doing. And thought he should try some things on me. Tried making me do things that at 10 I didn't know about. He did that for 3 whole years and then it stopped for a little bit. Caleb would come home with a new girl once a week."
I take another sip, and Brandon looks at me to tell me to go on, "Then 2 years later he started up again, except he for some reason became 10 times worse." Tears started flowing down my cheeks.
"Brittney, you don't have to." Brandon whispers.
"He got me pregnant. I told my sister and someone was ease dropping, because a day later Caleb was throwing me around until I agreed to go get an abortion. He took me down, and signed the paper work. No one except my sister, him, and I ever knew. And it didn't end there. He was just more careful after that. Got me on birth control so he could be comfy." I whisper.
Brandon's arms wrap around me, holding onto me.
"I ran away because he would have moved us out. He would have done things far worse. I already had to lie time and time again about how I got the bruises and cuts."
"I'm so sorry." Brandon whispers.
I wipe away the tears and put on a smile, "It's all better now."
Brandon nods, "At least you can remember when you lost your virginity. I never can. Ashley says we only did it once. And that was when we had Kenzie. But I don't even remember any of it. And I hadn't been drinking I know that."
"Are you sure Kenzie is even yours?" I ask softly.
Brandon shakes his head, "Ashley wouldn't let us test though. Said it was for sure mine." He starts playing with my hair, "I do remember the first time anything bad ever happened to me though. After my mother died, my father had Lucy move in. That was her name. The wicked step mom."
I take his hand and he continues, "I don't know what her problem was. But she was a cougar I swear. She would walk into my room every night and start doing things I knew were wrong. I prayed every night that my mom would come back and Lucy would be the one that was dead instead. My father never believed me when I told him what was happening."
"I guess we both know the feeling of being used." I whisper.
Brandon nods and he stares at me. A second later his lips are on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my hands through his hair. His hands go underneath my shirt and onto my back.
He pulls away and puts a good 5 feet in between us. "I won't do anything that you might regret in the morning."
I shake my head and walk over to him. Sitting on his lap, I take his face in my hands and press my lips against his.
Brandon pulls away again and picks me up, my arms wrapped around his torso. We walk inside, where the whole house is silent. He doesn't seem to care because he keeps walking, until we reach his bedroom. He closes the door as we enter and places me on the bed.
His lips press against mine and again and they move in sync. Brandon hovers over me and his hands go under my shirt, and then he pulls it over my head.
The rest is a blur.
-=+=-
I open my eyes to everything being too bright. Turning over I see a naked Brandon, and the events of last night come rushing back.
From the drinks to the confessions to the email from Caleb.
I sit up and start putting on clothes. The email from Caleb. The one threatening Brandon, James and Kenzie.
I walk out to the kitchen to find it's only 7 in the morning. Shaking my head, I open up my laptop and the email. A new one.
Dear Brittney,
Ashley is here with me now. So I guess you're some what safe. She will be back in 2 days, and I will be with her unless you decide to just show up on your own. If you decide to show up with no struggle and on your own with no one else, I will be nice to your new boy. Choose carefully.
-Caleb
I pull out my phone and walk outside. Typing in the number and then pressing call, I put the phone to my ear.
Ring. Ring. Ring."Hello?" The voice runs chills down my body.
"I'm coming. Send Ashley home now. I will be on the next plane out." I hiss.
"She will be out of here before you even land. I'll be at the airport to pick you up. We have catching up to do." I can hear his smirk.
I hang up and write a quick letter to Brandon. I don't even bother grabbing my bags, and just call a taxi. 10 minutes later the taxi arrives and I walk out the door, shutting it quietly.
This time I was running away to keep Brandon safe. And that was how I didn't cry the entire ride to the airport.
-=+=-A.N
Oh damn.
Okay so it's only the 10th chapter, and it seems like it's coming to an end but don't worry it isn't.
Also, the end is kind of in mind already, I just don't know all of it yet.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed.
-Kawa
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