LOVE OVER HATE

Chapter 4: If only

Staggering into the house, I could barely see anything. Anirah held me up on her shoulders trying to keep me from falling.

I collapsed on the couch, just to hear the sounds of voices brawling through my ears. Looking up, I realized Tyler and Brandon were watching a basketball game on TV.

All I wanted at the moment was to hide away from everything. From him. I had a lot on my mind to deal with right now. Anirah tried to drag me into the kitchen, just to hear the sound of his voice.

"Hey," he said.

I turned around, just to look at him dead in the eyes. He peered into my bloodshot eyes, just to realize the reality. The one is was trying to hide.

"How was your night?"

"It was fine." Anirah answered sensing the tension.

"Okay," I said quickly.

Brandon turned around on the couch to face us. His grin turning into a perfect smile.

"Hey Lilah," he said summing me up with his eyes.

Brandon, Tyler's best friend since highschool. A basketball player and just generally that - a player. He is reckless, spends all of his nights partying and sleeps with different women every night.

But why not? I mean he was gorgeous. He had light brown eyes, caramel brown skin, perfectly sculpted muscular body and a flirt. A charming flirt. He is one guy who seemed to get what he wanted and hit on any girl he 'liked', especially me...since highschool.

Trying to see their blurry faces, Anirah just anxiously stood there waiting for heaven to fall.

"You look good." Tyler sneered, never breaking his gaze.

"Amazing!" Brandon smirked.

I couldn't bare to stand any longer, I desperately tried to make my way to the kitchen, Anirah helping me to stay upright.

Flunking myself down on one of the kitchen stools, Anirah got me a bottle of water from the fridge. Feeling quite woozy, I started laughing hysterically.

"What the hell are you laughing at?" Anirah wondered staring at me.

"It's just... I'm just so..." I muttered.

"You need some sleep!"

I kept laughing feeling amazing until the laughter bellowing in my ears turned into tears. The tears came like a storm mercilessly pouring down on my face.

"Are you okay?" Anirah asked, bewildered by my sudden out bust. "Look darling, you should really go and get some sleep. I'll call you tomorrow."

"See you love." She helped me up and gave me a quick hug before leaving.

I could hear her car engine roar as she pulled out of the driveway.

I leaned over the kitchen counter, unable to move trying to get my head straight. I could hear the sound of footsteps nearing. I quickly stumbled into a kitchen stool.

Brandon ushered in with a wave of confidence, a wide grin on his face.

"Hey gorgeous," he smirked.

I blindly stared at him as he came closer to where I was.

"Fuck off!" I said through gritted teeth. I wasn't in the mood for any of his nonsense right now.

"Is that what you really want?" He smirked, running his fingers through my hair.

"Well I don't want your wrenched dick." I said digging my nails into his hands.

I watched his face cringe in pain but that didn't stop him. He moved forward confidently, forgetting Tyler was in the other room. He pinned me against the wall and started kissing my neck which made me push him back and slap him as hard as I could.

"Feisty, that's what I like about you." Smiling, he winked at me as he turned to leave the room. "See you soon Lilah."

I didn't despise Brandon, but he just had to be the most annoying guy I had ever met. A part of me wanted him, but part of me couldn't stand him.

Maybe I wanted him?... No, I doubt it.

Feeling sleepy, I took off my heels. Quietly, I passed the living room and climbed up the stairs. Halfway through the stairs, I heard my name being called out by Tyler.

"Are you going to bed babe?" He asked, his voice soft and sweet.

"Yeah," I said anxiously, almost missing a step.

Prancing through the room, I got into the shower letting the cold water run off my skin. I heard the door slam, which meant Brandon had left. I had this feeling in the back of my mind that hell was going to strike. I let the water sooth me, making me forget about my problems for a while as I waited for the worst.

Uneasily, I made my way out of the bathroom and quickly changed into my PJs with my wet hair clinging on my skin.

Throwing myself on the bed, I turned to face the doorway and saw a dark figure.

It was Tyler, and he was smiling.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I replied watching him steadily.

"You just managed to ruin my night," I wordlessly watched his every move as he walked towards the bed, sitting next to me. Taking one of my hands, he cuddled them with both of his and said; "Sweetie, only a whore stays out this late and comes back home drunk."

"I don't think I ruined your night. Plus I was just a little bit tipsy that's all."

"Something a whore would say."

His grip on my hand tightened and I frighteningly watched as his face hardened. Something was off about him but I couldn't seem to tell what it was.

"You reek of alcohol." He said leaning in closely, his face inches away from mine.

Suddenly, he lifted his hand in a tiny gesture and alarmingly hit me forcefully on the cheek. The throbbing, burning sensation that followed left me dizzy, as I struggled to see the beast that sat beside me.

"That's what whores like you get." He growled and proceeded to release my hand, grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the room.

Slumping over to the side of the bed, I could barely decipher him leaving. The pounding in the side of my head turned into a brutal knocking, as I struggled to come to terms with myself.

A prisoner, a caged animal... Alone and with that... All went black.

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