Abused

Chapter 12

As I hurried out of the classroom, I heard footsteps. I looked back and started walking faster, rolling my eyes. Ugh, Brandon, why can't you leave me alone? He had caught up with me and demanded me to explain, whipping me around, staring into my brown eyes. "What is going on? Answer me, now!" He yelled as I struggled to free myself. "I can't!!" I yelled back, starting to sob. "Why not?! Tell me what happened!!"

I slapped him.

With a hurtful expression, he placed his hand on his cheek, backing off and whispered, "Some friend you are..." and walked away, not looking back. "Brandon, wait!! I-I didn't mean it, I swear!!!" I screamed, my breath getting heavier and heavier. He went around a corner and didn't come back. I sunk down to my knees, hugging them as tears continued to stream down my face to the floor.

"Where were you at?" Nate asked me when I got on. "Why do you want to know?" I responded, still upset from earlier. "Don't talk to me like that!! When we get home, you will go to your room without dinner, understand?!" He growled. I flinched, trembling and gazed at the window.

By the time we got home, I entered into my room, already hungry as I locked the door. Hearing his footsteps, I quickly unlocked it, afraid of him. "When will this nightmare end?" I asked myself, slitting my already-cut arms. I got bored with it and fell to my side. I could feel his presence next to me, breathing on my neck as my hairs stood up. I shifted to the other side and still felt him. No matter which side I was, he was there. I could feel his hands on me, kissing my body. No, no, no, no, NO!! I sat up, gasping for air, my eyes widening in fear and panic at the thought.

I promised him that I would stay in my room. Without any food. At around nine thirty at night, I came out. Nate was lying on the couch, looking through his phone. As soon as he heard me, he sat up. Turning towards me, he waved me over. As I timidly approached him, I noticed that his eyes were watery. The moment I sat down, he started to shake, telling me that one of his brothers, Michael, had died due to a car crash. "Anna, look," he said, wiping his eyes. "My brother, Michael, died...He was the type of brother who would get in trouble a few times. As soon as I heard that, I wanted to kill myself. But I thought about it and started taking it out on you." He said, shaking his head. I lowered my eyes, not knowing what to say.

Even though he abused me a bunch of times, I felt bad for him. He had lost his brother. I didn't know what to do. Later that night, I couldn't sleep. I woke up, sweating and shivering in fear. The only light that shone in the dark came from the window. I got up, my eyes locked on the door, wanting out. i reached out for the handle, only to withdraw my hand back.

Do it...He won't notice....a voice said in my mind.

"No, he will beat the crap out of me..." I whispered back.

Don't you want to see your family again?

"Y-yea, but-"

Now is your chance to escape!!

I gave way, and opened the door. Creak!! The hinges creaked as chills ran down my spine. I froze. "Shut up!!" I whisper-shouted, stepping out. 

(A/N: **Hi guys, sory 4 it being so short. I couldn't think of wat 2 rite nxt....**)