PrettyMuch Imagines

Pretty Little Lady

Brandon's POV

  Her eyes were so gorgeous. I looked into them while they filled to the rim with tears. The now glossy look made them more astonishing than before. Her eye lashes wet and clinging together. And her eyes red.

  Her lips. Oh my.. don't get me started there. I pealed back the tape just to get a peak. But she began to scream so I had to put it back on. But man they were heart stopping.

  I shook my head, she was so beautiful. Yet she faught me every chance she could. She was persistent, driven, confident in her escape. I don't understand why. I mean I have done nothing but treat her right. I give her good food. She has an amazing bed. An amazing room in general. I rarely ever tied her up. Only when we were having guests and she couldn't keep quiet. She's my wife. I can't let anyone take her away. I would lose my mind.

  The same way I did when that dumb guy, Harold Monique (mon-i-Q) was it, came snoopping around. He found her bed room where I had her tied up nice and quiet. He recognize her as the missing woman the whole county was looking for.

  So... I had to put a bullet in his head. Good thing he was a nobody. Nobody looks for nobody's. Shot him dead right in front of her. She didn't need to see that. I regret opening the door for that low life. Nothing can change the way she looks at me now. But it's alright. Because no matter what she can not and will not ever be leaving my side. Ever.

  I have her. Here. With me. She's safe from those creeps who watch her as she walks down the street. Those dogs who sit in the corner and bark insults at her. She is a lady. Who deserves to be treated with respect.

  Men are disgusting. They all have sinful thoughts. All they think about if fucking a woman. They could care less what her name was. They just want what's under her dress. Pathetic. Disgraceful.

  I am ashamed to live in a world like this. In a world where woman are treated like they have no say. I'm pretty sure I sound like a feminist. But it's true ain't it.

  My thoughts were cut by a large bang and traveling foot steps. Grabbing my Glock from the dresser and running to protect the love of my life. I sent shots straight down the stairs. Not stopping. Soon I was out of ammo running to her room I grabbed her and our emergency bag and we climbed out the window down to a successful escape. Running through the woods. Bullets flying past our heads. It all felt like a dreams. Me and her running side by side through nature. I was at peace. We ran for what seemed like forever. Soon there were no more gun shots. I couldn't hear anymore running footsteps beside our own. It was quiet now.

  Soon we came to a stop to rest. I sat down the bag reaching in and tossing her a water. She didn't catch it or even try to. She laid there limp. Her face looked pale. And her eyes were blank.

  I walk over to her and try to get her to sip from the bottle. She sipped it slowly. Before she began to heave for air. I was getting a tad bit scared. Before realizing...

She been hit!

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OMG hey guys. This chapter was so much fun to write. It was so good to me. I really hope you guys like it if so don't forget to Vote, Comment, and Share if you want. Love you guys, bye.