1 month later
"GET OUT." I shout, throwing a random object at him.
He dodges it, edging closer towards me.
"I said get out Brad." I mumble, the tears beginning to fall from my eyes.
"Grace, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do it." He slurs, the strong scent of alcohol hitting my nose.
....
*1 hour before*
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I get changed into one of Brad's t-shirts and climb into bed.
He was out tonight with the boys celebrating the release of their new single, Wake Up.
I was invited to go out with them but I had a shed load of work to catch up with and I just didn't really feel like it.
I slowly start to fall asleep before hearing a bump against the front door.
I quickly get out of bed and look through the small peep hole on the door.
It's Brad, stumbling around. He's drunk.
I open the door to let him in, he notices me and smiles, wrapping his arms around me almost falling over.
"I love you sooo much babe." He slurs, smacking my ass.
"You're drunk Brad, come and have a glass of water." I say, pouring him one.
He stumbles over before taking a sip of the water. He puts it down, spilling some of it before walking back towards me.
He starts to lean in, putting his lips on top of mine.
"Brad, no.." I say, moving away from him.
"Babyy, don't you lie. You want it." He says, pressing his bulge against me.
"Brad, I said no." I say, looking at the wall and completely avoiding his eyes.
Brad never normally acted this way with me, especially even when he was drunk.
He begins to lift up the t-shirt I have on before I pull it down again, walking back into our bedroom.
"Where do you think you're going?" He raises his voice, grabbing me by the arm.
"Back to bed." I say, closing the door behind me to leave him in the hallway.
He soon follows me in before falling onto the bed next to me. He places his weight on top of me, restricting my movement.
He places his sloppy lips onto mine again and begins to take off my t-shirt.
"Brad please, leave me alone." I say, frowning.
"We haven't had sex in ages, I've missed it babe. I need you." He slurs, placing wet kisses down my body.
"I'm not here just for your needs Brad, I thought you respected me more than that." I mumble, attempting to push him off of me.
He doesn't give up as he carries on kissing my body. My arms try and push him off me again but I'm just not strong enough.
He moves back up to my face before trying to kiss me again. I move my head so his lips fall onto the pillow. I quickly roll off the bed and pick up the t-shirt that he previously took off me.
"Come back here." He says, sounding pissed off. He grabs my waist, his grip is hard and his fingers dig into my skin.
"You're hurting me." I whine, moving his hands.
"I thought you liked it rough babe." He smirks, standing up. He traps me between the wall and his body.
I place my hands on his chest and attempt to once again push his body away from me but it doesn't work. I raise my knee quickly which comes into contact with his crotch.
He winces in pain, holding the area with his hand.
"What the fuck Grace?" He shouts, making me jump.
"You wouldn't leave me alone Brad, I tired to tell you but you wouldn't listen to me." I say.
He grabs my arms and pushes me to the wall again. I push him away this time before his body weight shifts me into the wall.
My head bangs against the wall as something hard and pointy hits my scalp, making me flinch as the pain hits me. I touch the spot to reveal blood on my fingers.
"GET OUT." I shout, throwing a random object at him.
He dodges it, edging closer towards me.
"I said get out Brad." I mumble, the tears beginning to fall from my eyes.
"Grace, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do it." He slurs, the strong scent of alcohol hitting my nose again.
I've never felt threatened or afraid of Brad ever. But in this moment, I feared him.
"I'm so sorry Grace." He says, his eyes beginning to glisten with tears.
"I want you to leave, now." I say, not taking the time to look at him but to only point towards the door.
"I'm not leaving you like this." He slurs, trying to make up for his mistakes.
"GET OUT BRAD." I shout again, as clearly talking to him isn't going to work.
He turns around and stumbles out of the apartment. I instantly pick up my phone and dial Amy's number.
It rings a few times before she picks up, the words try and leave my mouth but they turn into sobs instead.
"Grace? What's wrong? What's happened?" She says quickly.
"It's B-brad." I croak out, before the sobs escape my mouth again.
"Stay where you are, I'm on my way okay?" She says, before hanging up the phone.
I never thought he could hurt me like that, or that he actually would. I trusted him but that wasn't him tonight. That wasn't the Brad I love.
