Save Me. (Sequel To The Day We Met Changed Me Forever)

Chapter 9

BRIANNA
I hate this nigga, it's been about 3 weeks since I got here at his trap house. Everyone here is disrespectful as fuck. But what did I accept? They were going to treat me with cookies and milk?
I started to regret my decision, but I know it was for the best. If I would've stayed, I would've only hurt them worse.
I miss all of them, so much. Especially Michael, I miss him the most. I just want to be in his arms right now, letting him sit his head on mine, laid back on the couch.
I miss those times, I miss everything before this happened.
Why'd Michael have to have crazy ex's?

Ace hasn't done anything to me, yet.
He just makes me clean and cook, nothing I'm not used to. Except for the 'sexy' maid dress that shows almost all of my ass. I didn't trip, because I knew that some nasty shit like this was going to happen.
His workers, were more like pervs instead of workers. They followed my every move, talking bout 'I'm doing my job'.
Yeah right, fucking nasty asses.
Right now, I'm cleaning up the living room. I bend over to pick up a plastic bag, then my ass gets slapped by Kinga. He's one of Ace's biggest workers, he's an asshole though.
But that's expected, right?
I stood up straight, turning to him and slapping him.
"Don't fucking touch me Kinga. Nasty ass."
"Dumb ass broad, you gon learn not to put your hands on people." He muttered, holding his jaw and walking away.
"That's what I thought, dumb ass nigga."
I continued cleaning up, watching as Kinga purposely kept dropping shit on the ground.
I stopped, and went into Ace's office. I opened the door, not even knocking.
He glared at me but I rolled my eyes.
"The fuck do you want?"
"Tell Kinga to leave me the fuck alone and let me clean."
He smirked, "He just want a little somethin somethin. Why won't you give it to him?"
"You're fucking disgusting, I'm not having sex with anyone."
I'm not going to be anyone's sex slave, fuck that.
He stood up, walking over to me quickly. I backed up, opening the door and running out. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back in the room.
I beat at his back screaming for him to stop.
He laid me on the bed and started to strip off my clothes.
I fought against him, but I wasn't strong enough.
"Please," I whimpered, pushing him away.
"Shut the fuck up," He growled out, slapping me across the face. "I'm going to enjoy this, and you are too."
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"You were a good little slut, now get the fuck out and make me something to eat." He pushed me out of the room, slamming the door shut.
I limped to the room I was staying in, climbing into the bathroom. I scrubbed away at my skin, not caring if it broke.
I wanted to die, I felt like I was finally broken.
Why did God do this to me? Why doesn't he care? Why is it always me?
Was all of this because I decided to be with Tyga? Is this is what falling in love gets me?
Maybe I can't deal with it, maybe it's just too much. He's broken me and I just don't know if I can recover from this like I did with everything else.
Michael's not going to want someone who's damaged, he won't want me anymore. He's probably forgotten about me, there's no point in trying to go back. I might as well give up, and becomes Ace's bitch, just like he wanted.
I'm done.

H-Hey guys.... I know it's been a really long time and I doubt anyone wil read this because you've all left quotev but... I updated! Heh :)
But yeah.... most likely i won't update this story for a long time once again, and i'm sorry but i moved on with better story lines and this book is so old, even if i were to rewrite it, it just wouldn't be the same. it's lost it's spark. it was one of my very first books and it will always hold a special place in my heart.