You Don't Know Everything

December 14, 2019

I woke up in Brandons arms and somehow I ended up with my head on his chest. I laid there for a while not wanting this to end. I fell back asleep knowing that it's a Saturday.

"What the fuck!" I heard, waking me up. I opened my eyes and saw my dads face turning red with rage. "Get out of my house now!" He yelled. Brandon got up and left out the window. "Now what am I supposed to do with you?" He said with a small smirk.

He grabbed me by my hair and roughly pulled me off the bed making me yelp. He kicked me hard in the stomach before grabbing me off the ground and slamming me against the wall.

"Please stop." I whimpered quietly. He just chuckled deeply and punched me hard in the cheek.

"What did I tell you I'd do if I found him here again?" He yelled angrily and punched me one more time before dropping me. He walked out of my room and I laid on the floor with blood trickling down my face.

My dad walked back in the room and sealed my windows shut. He walked over to me and kicked me hard in the chest before grabbing my phone and shutting the door behind him.

He's leaving to Vegas so he can numb himself for the holidays because of Chris and mom.

I laid there crying and wheezing for what felt like hours. I finally got the strength to stand and walked to my bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw blood drying on my face. I could kill myself and nobody would find me until my dad got home... but I can't do that to him.

I took a hot shower to calm my mind and cried silently. Once I got out, I gave up and grabbed my blade. I cut deep into my wrist. I have to go see Chris. I cleaned up and put a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans on. As soon as I put my shoes on I heard a knock at the door.

I went out to open the door. My dad must've left already. I opened up the door to see Josh.

"What was that thing about breaking up yesterday?" He asked angrily while grabbing the collar of my shirt.

"I just don't want to do this anymore. You've changed." I whimpered. He looked at me angrily.

"That's because you've been sneaking around with Brandon and I know that you guys are more than friends." He said through gritted teeth.

"We aren't, I swear." I said weakly. He kneed me in the stomach and I whimpered.

"Why do you lie to me? Just shut up spend some time with me." He said and I wanted to say no, but I know what would happen. He led me to my room and pushed me back on the bed before he got on top of me.

He kissed me roughly and I played along. I don't know how much longer I can do this. He tried to pull off my sweatshirt, but I wouldn't let him.

"Could we just watch a movie or something?" I asked weakly. He sighed harshly and got off of me.

"Why are you such a buzzkill?" He asked sounding annoyed. He got up to grab the remote but stopped and looked down at the ground. "What the fuck are Brandons shoes doing here?" He yelled. I whimpered when he looked over at me.

"I'm sorry." I said while standing up. This is going to hurt. He walked over to me and pushed me against the wall with his arm against my throat. He punched me hard in the cheek and put more pressure on my throat. I started gasping for air as he continued to punch me in the face . He dropped me once I started seeing black spots.

He kicked me hard in the stomach a few times before leaving the apartment. I cried quietly and curled into a ball on the floor.

I laid there for hours until I was able to my body. I got up and locked the front door before going back to my room and breaking down. I'm so tired. I laid down on my bed and cuddled with my extra pillow. It smells like Brandon. I cried harder and just tried to sleep. I slowly cried myself to sleep thinking about what I'm supposed to do.

Day 3 I guess lol. I hope you guys are enjoying the story :))))