Tortured (Milan Lucic)

Chapter 1: Creep

Chantelle's POV

As I walked out of work, I saw Brandon. He grabbed me by my arm, pulled me into the dark alleyway behind the building.

He threw me against the wall and started kissing me down my neck.

"Brandon, stop!" I spoke.

"No! I love you so much." he said. His breath reeked of alcohol.

"Well, I don't." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I said I love you too." I lied.

I don't know why I was putting up with him. He's such an ass. It's hard to escape from him.

"Let's go." he said.

"No! I gotta go to my friends house." I snapped.

"Uh uh! You're coming with me bitch!" he yelled.

"No Brandon, listen here, I gotta go. I will see you tomorrow." I hissed before running to my car.

I quickly got in it, and got the hell outta there.

I quickly made my way to Jessica's place.

She let me in.

"Oh my god! Chantelle what happened?" she asked concerned.

"B-Brandon." I managed to get out. "Girl, you gotta break up with him." she said. "I have tried. Nothing worked so, I am dealing with it." I said. She looked concerned.

When I got home, I went in, took a bath, and got ready to watch the Bruins vs Caps game. Jessica's brother was on the Bruins. Her brother is Patrice Bergeron.

I was in the middle of watching the game when I heard the door smash open and there stood Brandon.

"Get the hell out of here!" I screamed.

"No! I don't have to!" he smirked.

"Bran---" he cut me off by slapping me.

I squealed in pain.

Everything went calm once the Bruins goal horn went off indicating a goal.

I looked to see who scored it. It was Lucic, my favorite player!

"Stop staring at the picture on the TV of that player. You're mine slut. Don't even get ideas." Brandon yelled.

"What? I can't like hockey all of a sudden?" I hissed.

"No, you can like hockey, just not the players." he snapped.

"Fuck you Brandon! Get the hell outta my house!" I yelled.

"No! I don't want you getting hurt." he said.

God this monster doesn't make sense. He's the bastard that's hurting me.

"Get out! You're the one that's hurting me!" I yelled.

"Ugh! Fine. You haven't seen the last of me." he laughed, evilly.

The next morning, I met up with Jessica and her brother, Patrice Bergeron.

We were eating and I got a text saying that my friend, Jenna was taken off life support and has hours to live.

Tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Chantelle? What's wrong?" Jessica asked.

"It's Jenna." I said. "I will be back." I got up and sat down on a bench outside of Starbucks.