He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 36

He punched me.

He punched me.

"Stop" I whimpered

He punched me.

"Shut the fuck up" He said while spitting in my face.

His foot stood on my throat.

I chocked, gasping for air, making shrilling sounds and gargling noises.

"Braxton won't be able to save you...will he?"

He punched me.

I open my eyes, gasping for light, sitting up immediately, my breathing rapid, as I touch my chest, feeling sore. It was just a nightmare, nothing but a stupid nightmare. He was never going to find me again.

Pushing my hair behind me, I look around the room, only a small amount of light was creeping through the blinds, but not enough to light up the room or reveal what was in the room.

Who's room was I even in?

I look at the dull grey and black painted walls, trying to see something that could give me a clue as to where I was. My body starts to shiver which makes me look down at my body to see I was only wearing my bra and knickers. No wonder I was cold. I clutch the duvet covers tightly to my skin, it's soft black material gentle against me.

I throw my body back onto the mattress and let my head hit the pillow, "ouch" I mutter to myself, only just realising how sore my head was too.

I look under the covers at my chest again, just below my bra was a huge purplish-black bruise. It must of been when that drunken guy had shoved me several times into the wall. The thought started to bring back memories. I raise a few finger tips towards my cheek and feel the small cut across my cheekbone, also remembering the incident with Braxton.

Braxton.

He saved me last night. He saved me from that revolting man, who god knows what could have done to me. The idea of it all makes me shudder.

"She's still sleeping I think" A voice comes from outside the door and I immediately play dead, closing my eyes shut and pulling the duvet over my shoulders.

"No, I brought her back to mine last night"

I listened in carefully, hoping to hear more.

"I' fine, but I don't know about her. I'll check on her now and I'll call you back"

Instantly I knew it was Braxton, he must of been on the phone to someone. It makes sense though, I sort of always pictured Braxton's bedroom to be like this. Dark colours.

I hear him enter the room, his footsteps walking towards the bed. "Skye?" He whispers.

I don't reply, unsure as to why though.

"Skye?"

Turning around, "Yeh?"

A sigh of relief comes out of Braxton's mouth, "I was scared you would be dead by the morning"

A smile spread across my face, "It's going to take a lot more to get rid of me"

Braxton laughed, and it was nice to see him in a better mood, compared to last night.

Suddenly realisation hit me, and I quickly cover my breasts with the duvet, I could feel my face turning scarlet.

"How are you feeling?"

"Wait a second, before we start talking about how I'm feeling, how the hell did I get in your bed?"

Braxton looked humoured, "Well I took you to bed obviously"