I was waiting for Bryce to come back to the house. I was waiting in bed for him. It was 3 am and I was home alone. The boys went out for drinks, but I decided not to go. I heard the front door open and the sound of the boy's drunken laughs echo through the halls. I heard Bryce's footsteps come to the door. He busted the door open, and stomped over to the dresser. I got up and turned of the tv. I turned to go back to the bed, but Bryce's hand forced me against the wall. You might think I'm afraid, but I know no matter how drunk Bryce gets, he will never hurt me. He might leave a bruise or two, but those fade over time.
"Bryce, let me go."
"Why didn't you call?"
"I knew you were with the boys and I didn't want to bother you."
"Good girlfriends worry and call."
"Good girlfriends also trust and give their boyfriends space."
"Don't test me Bailey."
He said tightening his grip on my neck slightly, making it slightly uncomfortable.
"Bryce, look at me."
"Why, so you can guilt me into being sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"Being a sucky boyfriend."
"You're not a sucky boyfriend."
"Don't lie to me Bailey."
Bryce tightened his grip even more making it a little bit difficult to breathe.
"Bryce, please let me go."
"Why, so you can go cry to Blake? You seem to spend more time talking to him about our relationship than actually being in one with me."
"Bryce, are you jealous?"
"Did you just accuse me of being jealous?"
He asked in an angry tone.
After getting asked, he tightened his hand around my neck a little too much and I could feel myself not getting enough air. I've never seen Bryce like this and it was starting to scare me. He wouldn't hurt me.....right?
"Bryce.....pl.....please. J.....just......pu.....put.....m..me....d....down"
"I don't think so sweetheart."
"B....bryce......p...pl.....please... P....pu......put......m....me.....d.....do...down"
"Fine."
Bryce let go of my neck and my legs gave out and I fell to the floor and curled up into a ball. Bryce looked down and looked away before walking to the closet. I took the chance to go to the bathroom. I got up and stumbled a bit, but I eventually got there. I closed and locked the door before looking in the mirror. I looked at my neck where a bruise from Bryce's hand was starting to form.
I let a single tear roll down my cheek before quickly wiping it away and going back out the door. I went back into mine and Bryce's room and seen him asleep on the bed. I grabbed a blanket from the closet and went to go grab a pillow when Bryce grabbed my wrist.
"Let my wrist go Bryce."
"Stay with me."
"No, I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."
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SwayLA Imagines
Storie breviThis is just a few stories of the Sway boys......Also in the book is Caleb Rock, Joshs Canadian friend, just because I think he should be a sway boy. Smuts written by @quintonisdaddyyy or me if I didn't give her credit
