when I woke up, I was back in my room, but tied up to something.
I pulled on my arms and legs, trying to get loose from the ropes.
"I see you up." kentrell came in the room, laughing.
what the fuck is so god damn funny.
I rolled my eyes at him.
big mistake.
he took out a wet leather belt, and hit me.
"roll your eyes one more time." he said.
I looked around in my room, in its dark setting.
it doesn't even look the same when he in here.
"why the fuck you and ben went out by y'all self?" he asked, walking around the bed.
"we just went out to get something to eat..its not that serious."
he wasn't trying to hear allat.
"when I come back in here, yo ass betta be ready." he said before leaving out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
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it felt like hours before he came back in my room.
"trell if you touch me i swear on yo head I will scream" I said, watching him walk around the room.
"I don't give a fuck about you screaming.." he said, casually shrugging.
he was way calmer than usual.
all of a sudden, I was being hit with all the force he had.
from punching to kicking, he hit me with all his might.
"trell please stop!" my voice cracked, while I cried out.
it was hours before he even listened to me.
after he finally stopped, he untied me and left me there to bleed out.
why couldn't I get that stereotypical brother that cares too much?
