Bryce Hall Fanfic

Ch.1

My name is Kayce. I am a 16 y/o YouNower and I'm pretty popular on Instagram (pic up above^)I got home from school one day and checked my emails. My jaw dropped I got and email from Digi Tour. "OMG what do they want me for" i thought. I opened it up and it said they wanted me to go on tour with them in two days. I quickly replied yes and ran downstairs to tell my brother.

It was just me and him after our parents split and left us behind. "Tyler I'm going on tour for a few months for social media so I can meet my fans" "I honestly couldn't care less." I just turned around and went to go upstairs but Brandon, Tyler's best friend, tripped me. "Dumb bitch." I just went up to my room and started packing I decided I would pack my clothes tonight and pack my personal items tomorrow. I finished packing and decided to go to bed. "God I can't wait till I go on tour."

Today was Saturday and I decided to spend it with my best friend because I wouldn't see her for a while. I woke up took a shower, got dressed, and put on some mascara. I don't tend to wear a lot of makeup because TBH it confuses me. I was getting ready and jamming out to some music when my phone went off. I had gotten a dm from Bryce Hall on Instagram. I opened it up and it said
B-Hey I heard u are coming on tour with us tomorrow
K-Ya I'm really excited
B- you should be its really fun
K- I'm also kind of nervous
B- don't be I watch your YouNows u are gonna fit in perfectly
K- aww thx Bryce well I got to go I'll see u tomorrow
B- see ya
I went downstairs and grabbed a granola bar to eat for breakfast. I was looking at my social media and me going on tour was everywhere. Some people were happy others thought I didn't belong but I just ignored those ones. I was reading some of the comments when Brandon came up behind me and grabbed my hair "move slut" " I'm not a slut and I would appreciate if u would stop calling me one" "whatever u say whore" " what's ur problem" "what's my problem?" "Um ya" he grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall. "You don't talk to me like that u little bitch and if u do it again I will hurt more then I'm gonna hurt u now" I could barely breath I thought he was gonna choke me to death until Jessie came in. "Brandon stop" "shut up" "I'm gonna call the police" he put me down but as he did he drove his knee right into my ribs. I fell straight to the floor. He muttered something as he walked away but I was in to much pain to hear what it was. I couldn't stop cough and it hurt to breath I thought I was gonna die every time I breathed in it felt like someone was stabbing me with a knife.  Jessie helped me up to my room and brought me some water. "Why do u let him do that to u" "have u seen me I could never fight him" "I'm not saying fight him I'm saying tell him to stop" "the reason why he did what he did down there was because I told him to stop calling me slut." We hung out for the rest of the day. Jessie left around 4 so I decided to finish packing. I was packing my toiletries and Brandon came up to my room. He walked in and I turned around. "What are U doing?" He came up to me and punched me in the face I fell to the floor and he kept kicking my sides then he left and I was in a ball on my bedroom floor, "why does he hate me so much" I thought.