Used && Abused

Chapter Eight

Breanna's POV

I woke up crying and sweating having a dream about Tyler. Again I was watching as an outsider. It was horrific seeing myself passed out and being abused in the worst way possible. I sat up and just cried. I picked up my phone and I was 9:37 am. I walk downstairs and the police was back. Investigating, I guess. I pour me a glass of milk, gave the policemen a fake smile and was on my way back downstairs. When I came back upstairs I text Tyreik.

::Text Convo::

Me: 'Morning Bae

BAEE!!: Hey. How you feeling??

Me: I'm depressed, upset, sad, mad, I'm everything.

BAEE!!: Can I come over??

Me: Yeaa. You can come.

BAEE!!: Okay, I'll be there in like 15mins

Me: Okayyy

I stood up, stretched, and walked downstairs. The police were gone and my Mama was sitting up watching TV. So, I laid down laying my head in her lap. I looked up at her with tears in my eyes. She look down at me and stroked my hair.

Michelle POV

Breanna came downstairs and laid down in my lap. She looked up at me and began crying. I began rubbing her hair and just thought about how she felt.

Me: Breanna, do you know how much I love you? You are the best thing that has and will ever happen to me. And I'm sorry it had to be us. I'm sorry you had to go through that. A 16 year old girl should never have to go through anything like this. It's stressful for me too, and hurtful. **I'm crying now**

Breanna: I love you too ma. And I couldn't ask for a better mama.

She leaned up and kissed me on my cheek then she laid back down.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Breanna: Oh, that's Ty.

She get up and walk towards the door. She open the door and Marcus walks in. I really don't know why she call him Tyreik, his first name is Marcus. Tyreik is his middle name. I think.

Breanna's POV

Tyreik walked in looking fine. He gives me a hug and wave at my mama.

Tyreik: Hey Bre. Hi Mrs. Roger. How are you today?

**Yes, my mama will be considered a widow. She never changed her last name, and I don't want her to.**

MamaM: I'm fine. Have had better days. And what I tell you about calling me that.

Tyreik: Right. Sorry Mama.

I kissed him on the cheek, took his hand, and lead him upstairs to my room. When we reached my bed he took off his shoes and sat down and I sat on his lap.

Tyreik's POV

She came and sat on my lap and just stared into my eyes.

Me: Bre, what's wrong?

Breanna: Everything *now sobbing*

Me: Everything like what?

Breanna: First, I really miss my daddy right now.

She lay her head on my shoulder. Then she grab hold of my hoodie and bury her head in my chest.

Me: I know that no one can never replace your dad. But what can I do to help, or make you feel better?

She tilt her head to the side and just stare into my eyes.

Breanna: Always be here for me. I want to always be able to come to you. I want your arms always open and ready to cuddle me.

Me: I'll always be here for you. You can always come to me no matter what it is.

It may sound like I'm pulling a line or something but I'm not. I love Breanna. I'll do anything for her. Granted how much she's been through I will always be here for her. I'll stick to her side cause I know she'll do the same for me.

Breanna: Ty, I love you. *lays in my arms*

Me: I love you more Breanna. And always will.

I lift her head up, hold it in my hands, and pull her into a long and passionate kiss. She pulls away and look at me.

Breanna: Impossible *lays back down in my chest*

Me: Baby Girl?

Breanna: Yes

Me: I'm about to take you out.

Breanna: I don't want to.

I stand up which forces her to get up being that she was sitting on my lap. I grab her hand and drag her to her closet. This was hard work, she was strong.

Breanna: Ty, no! Stop! I don't want to go anywhere.

Me: Yes you do.

I walk into her closet and began looking for her something to wear, which was hard being that the whole walk-in-closet was full. And she had at least 100 pairs of shoes. Not sandals or flip-flops but Jordan's, Nike's, and KDs. And more.

Me: Dang! Bre, this is going to be hard.

Breanna: That's why we shouldn't go.

I finally let her go. I pull out a black Hollister hoodie with the blue sign, some light wash frosty jeans with holes in them, and her Oreos 6.

Me: Here, put this on.

Breanna: Ty, really?

She look at it and said she never wore any of it but the shoes.

Breanna POV

I really didn't want to go but I guess I had no choice. So, I did my hygiene and put on my clothes. And what can I say I actually looked good. I put on my heart shaped diamonds earring my daddy gave me for my 13th birthday. I also put on my gold necklace that read "Daddy'sGirl" it didn't match but I felt like I need a piece of my daddy on today.

I let my hair stay down with the right swoop. When I walked downstairs Tyreik was sitting talking to my mama. About what? What I don't know. Tyreik's eyes opened wide when he saw me. My mama just looked at me and smiled.

MamaM: You look nice baby. Have fun on your date.

Me: Thanks Ma.

Tyreik put his hand around my waist and we began walking out.

MamaM: Watch that hand Marcus.

Tyreik: Okay, I will.

He let me walk in front of him and he closed the front door.

Me: Stop Ty. *turns to look at him and smirk*

Tyreik: Stop what?

Me: *walk harder* Looking at my butt. *walks normally again* 

We got in his car and he pulled off smiling and with me not knowing where we was going.