Videos ?

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ILukeHCrew

~Blake's pov~

I sighed and walked to my room, Melody hasn't left the room at all today. I opened the door and sat next to her on the bed, she looked at me but didn't say anything, I put my hand on her knee causing her to flinch. "Mel, what's wrong?" she looked down and said "just Brandon," I looked at her and said "what about him?" she looked away and said "there's videos in the house..." I stared at her, "what kind of videos?" she shook her head and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks.

~Brandon's pov~

I unlocked the door and went to the living room, I heard something coming from the room. I walked upstairs and to my room, I went to open the door but it was locked, I knocked on the door. "Can you unlock the door?" I waited for my wife to open the door.

~Mrs. Hills's pov~

I closed the computer screen and unlocked the door, he looked at me and said "what was those sounds?" I shrugged my shoulders and said "the TV," he slowly nodded and left. I turned off the TV and opened the computer again, I stared at the screen and continued to watch the videos.

~Melody's pov~

Blake was basically dragging me to the car, he sighed and said "love, you have to go to your house, your mum wants you." I looked at him and said "I don't want to go back there," he sighed and hugged me and whispered in my ear "princess, I know you don't want to but it's important." I sighed and mumbled "fine."

{Later On That Day}

Blake knocked on the door and it soon opened, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I slowly hugged back, she pulled away and said "Brandon isn't home right now, just come and sit on the couch." I slowly nodded and walked inside the house, I sat on the couch and saw the computer on the table, my mum sat next to me and opened a file and clicked on a video, she pressed play and I stared at it, I shook my head and said "mum, no, stop it." But she didn't, the video just kept playing, I was watching the memories, and hearing me yell and cry for help. I stood up and went to run out but Blake grabbed me and held me tightly, I started crying in his chest and whimpered "please, make it stop."

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