Broken: a Sequel

Chapter 9: 2D's POV

My eyes were swollen shut from crying so much. I could barely see a sliver of light enter the room when the door was opened. I heard the tapping of those skanky heels Paula always wore.
"Hi, Stuart," she knelt down in front of me and smiled sadistically. I cowered down.
"What do you want, Paula?" I asked angrily.
"That's no way to talk to your new girlfriend," she said with her eyes wide. She looked almost inhuman.
"You're not my girlfriend," I hissed.
"Well, not officially yet. We're making our first public appearance together tonight. Might want to cover up those bruises my friends left. Then again, they wouldn't be there if you just obeyed," she smirked. She threw some clothes and a towel at me and had her murderers walk me to the shower.
I had no privacy in the shower. I don't know why I thought I would. I had to be naked and shower in front of the two large men. I felt like I was in prison. I had never been to prison but Murdoc has and he's told me all about it. This was it. Maybe worse.
Even though my showering experience was unpleasant, it felt nice to be clean. I dried off and was taken back to my room. I put on this dumb outfit Paula picked out. It wasn't me at all. It was plain and boring. I looked like I owned a large company and disrespected women a lot.
"Ugh you look a little better I guess. We need to fix your hair," she said as she pulled out some bleach and a box of blonde hair dye. My eyes went wide. She dragged me over to the sink and threw the towel over my shoulders. She dumped the bleach all over my hair and told me to wait half an hour.
Paula came back about 30 minutes later. She took me back over to the sink and rinsed the bleach out. "What?!" She gasped. She pulled my head up and pushed me towards the mirror. My hair was still the same bright blue as before. I smiled just a little, knowing I had won in an odd and unexpected way. Paula exited the room and came back with another box of dye. This time it was brown. She repeated the process.
I'm sure my hair would be the ugly brown color pictured on the box. I stared at it in disgust. Paula came back and took me to the sink. "What the fuck?!" She shrieked in my face. I looked in the mirror. Just like before, my hair was still blue. Paula slapped me in the face. So hard, I stumbled backwards.
"I'm sorry!" I yelled and covered my face.
"You always fuck everything up, Stuart! You're nothing. You're a pathetic little boy," she screamed as she grabbed her comb and combed my unruly hair back until my scalp was sore. Pieces of hair kept popping out of their place and my hair returned to it's spikey state. Paula screamed and dragged me out to the car. She threw me in the back seat
We showed up to the red carpet I had been invited to.
I had the invitation in my pocket when she kidnapped me. I had completely forgotten. I stepped out of the car and Paula grabbed my hand, squeezing it very hard. As we walked down the carpet, paparazzi snapped photos of us together. I smiled so Paula wouldn't have me killed. I wanted to break down and cry. I was emotionally exhausted. Just as a man took a picture, Paula pulled me in for a kiss.