Monster.

Brandon's Plan - 3.

I woke up to the sound of ill-tempered footsteps walking up the stairs. It was him. He was back for some reason again. And I had to be ready for it. I tried to blink away the tears I felt coming.

"Anna, baby! Who loves you?" He walks in with a smirk on his face. The look in his eyes was evil, it wasn't love. He didn't know what love was.

"Uh-uh-uh..." I mumbled. I looked like my lips were twitching and my teeth were grinding up and down. In my mind, I thought I was saying words, but I couldn't get them out of my mouth.

"BITCH ANSWER ME!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. I turned my head to look at the window to see if it was open, and to see if anyone had heard him scream. Apparently not. But deep inside my gut I wish someone had heard. I wish someone would save me.

As soon as I turn my head back, he punches me in my stomach. The pain was excruciating. What did I ever do wrong?

"Fuh-fuh-fuck y-y-you."

I shouldn't have said that.

Next thing I know, he is grabbing me by the hair taking me somewhere in the house. He pushes me into the closet of all my clothes.

"Bitch, I want you to try to look somewhat presentable. We goin out today and I can't have you lookin' like shit. So bitch get ready."

I said nothing. I think I had learned my lesson for the day.

I got in the bathroom and shut the door. I made sure I didn't lock it, because if I did, I would be getting my ass beat in the shower not being able to walk for two days. I won't ever do that again.

I turned on the water in the shower, the water was warm, the way I liked it. I always escaped in there. I didn't feel shut out, empty, bare, or weak. I felt relaxed and calm. Something I couldn't feel elsewhere for as long as I can remember.

As I was in the shower, I thought about everything. How I felt. How he acted towards me. How oblivious my family is thinking that I'm oh, so happy with him and plan on getting married and they don't even check on me anymore. Not even a simple call or text. I ran the fingers through my hair as every thought was processed. Sometimes I'd like to think that it gets better, that love goes through things, and that Brandon is just confused.

As soon as I walk out the shower, I grab my towel and wrap it around my body and walk to the other room where my closet is. I grab something nice since I didn't want to get my ass beat and that shower was the closest thing I could get to nice in forever so I might as well look nice too. I got dressed and did my makeup and all and walked downstairs.

I see Brandon sitting on the couch watching TV. Needless to say, I didn't want to interrupt the man so I just stood there and waited until he turned around. Once he did, he made that smirk again. I hated it.

He doesn't say a thing and just walks outside to the car so I followed him. I didn't bother to ask where we we going, because, well, you know.

We both got inside the car and he drove off as fast as possible.

Why was he driving so fast? This was weird. We never went out places, mostly because he didn't want others to see him hit me.

I figured we were going to some fast food place like McDonald's....Chick-fil-a...Braum's....somewhere.

But nope, all of the other restaurants were west of where we live, and he was heading East.

He was driving awkwardly fast, and kept tapping his finger on his thigh. He seemed hesitant. And I didn't know why.

We finally stopped somewhere. It was dark out and we were in the middle of nowhere. Why did I get dressed for?! What is going on... Brandon gets out the car and does that smirk.

"This is the last time......"

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