So it all comes down to this. I opened my eyes to see the last person I least expected. Mia. When did she become so heartless?
"I loved you Bri, you know I would have did anything for you. You round here about to marry this lowlife? How could you?"...
I was a little tipsy, but I knew who had just broke in. I ran into one of the guest rooms and hid in the closet. This was too much. Why did people insist on harming me. What did I do to deserve this? The streak of bad luck had to end here, right? "Brianna? Where you at baby?" I heard Kent yell. Please don't come in here I thought to myself. "I just wanna talk to you, I'm not gonna hurt you. I swear I won't." I pushed myself further into the corner of the closet. I heard every room door open. The door to the room I was in, crept open. His footsteps came within inches of where I was, then I heard him sigh loudly. I moved closer to the door so that I could peek out. His back was facing the closet door and he stood there for a while looking around the room. I let out a breath I was holding in for the longest, that's when the door was snatched open and I was drug out by my hair. "Let me go!" "shut up! Why you got me running around here looking for you" he asked as he slung me on the bed.
I paid close attention to him, his dishelved looks, the smell that lingered in the room from him, he looked bad. "Kent, what do you want? You want money? I got money, how much do you want?" "Shut up!" "whatever you want I can have that for you. You don't have to do this. Whatever Michael and Chyna got you doing-- I was cut off by his confused gaze. "Who the fuck is Michael and Chyna?" He asked. "How much are they paying you?" I know he knew who I was talking about. "You were always talking so Damn much! I don't know who they are! I'm here for you!" he said inching closer to me. I moved closer to the edge of the bed almost falling off. "My fiance will be home soon, like any minute now, just go." "Just go? You really think you can get me outta here that easily? Oh no, you're gonna do what I want and then I'll go." he said pulling out a gun and pointing it right at me.
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"Okay. Just calm down, don't shoot." I had never had a gun pointed at me, I've never even seen one so I was scared as hell. "Take your clothes off." he stated. "Kent--"do what I fucking tell you!" he screamed and I quickly went to slip the shirt I had on over my head. I slowly stood up to slide my skirt down. "Okay, get back on the bed." he said making gestures with the gun in the direction he wanted me to go. I watched as he unzipped his zipper on the hoodie he wore, pulled his sweats down, and swiftly took his shirt off. After that he climbed into the bed. All I thought about was Chris, and why the hell Mijo wasn't here yet. It felt like I called him hours ago. Tears started to fill my eyes, I just wanted to be dead right now. Kent climbed on top of me, wiping my face of the tears that had ran down my cheek. "You're beautiful, you shouldn't cry" he told me. He positioned himself on the side of me as he begin to play with my opening with his fingers. His fingers felt like branches and it hurt every time they came in and went out. "I missed you so much, did you miss me?" I sniffled. I didn't miss him at all, it took years for me to even stop thinking about what he had did to me. "Just say you missed me." he begged. I shook my head no. I should have just said yes cause he pointed the gun to my head when I didn't.
Chris
Why wasn't Bri answering her phone? I had been calling her for about 15 minutes but she didn't answer. I dialed Mijo. "Bruh you with Bri? I been calling her she not answering." "She had me following Chyna, but then she called me back to the house. I think somebody was there--"who?!" I kind of yelled. "I don't know. I'm going back now, I'm almost there." "I'll stay on the phone til you get there. Something is wrong. She always answers." I started to panic, I just knew she wasn't safe. "Are you there yet?" I asked. Mijo sucked his teeth, something I despised. "I'm around the corner." he said like he was aggravated.
The phone went silent. "You there?" "I'm in the garage. I'm going in." he said. "Brianna! You here?" I heard him yell. "I left her here, she's not answering though." "Find her!" It was taking forever for Mijo to even respond to anything. I didn't even hear anything in his breakground. "Mijo!" I yelled but he didn't answer, then I heard scuffles, and muffled yelling. Then I heard a gun shot. My heart sank. What the fuck was going on? The Uber I ordered finally pulled in front of me, so I hopped in. I gave him the address of the house and asked him if he could speed a little. I had been disconnected from the phone call with Mijo and tried calling Brianna but there was still no answer.
It took about 20 minutes for me to get to the house and I rushed in after tipping the driver heavily. "Brianna!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs. I ran to the room where I figured they were. Brianna was standing near the corner hands shaking just staring off, Mijo was trying to get her to put the gun down. There was a guy on the ground just bleeding out. "Babe? What happened?" "He raped me again." she cried out. "He wouldn't stop." she mumbled, "he just wouldn't stop." "Baby put the gun down. It's okay." I begged. At that point I started calling the police. I wasn't a friend of the cops but I would be Damn If I let Bri ruin her life over this dumb shit. She needed to talk to someone get her story out.
I inched closer to her as she dropped the gun to floor and Just stood there. "I'm gonna fix this." I said looking at her. I pulled her into me. "Mijo, go downstairs and wait for the police."
