Tortured

Chantelle's POV

As I walked out of work, I saw Brandon. He grabbed me by my arm, pulled me into the dark alleyway behind the building.

He threw me against the wall and started kissing me down my neck.

"Brandon, stop!" I spoke.

"No! I love you so much." he said. His breath reeked of alcohol.

"Well, I don't." I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I said I love you too." I lied.

I don't know why I was putting up with him. He's such an ass. It's hard to escape from him.

"Let's go." he said.

"No! I gotta go to my friends house." I snapped.

"Uh uh! You're coming with me bitch!" he yelled.

"No Brandon, listen here, I gotta go. I will see you tomorrow." I hissed before running to my car.

I quickly got in it, and got the hell outta there.

I quickly made my way to Jessica's place.

She let me in.

"Oh my god! Chantelle what happened?" she asked concerned.

"B-Brandon." I managed to get out. "Girl, you gotta break up with him." she said. "I have tried. Nothing worked so, I am dealing with it." I said. She looked concerned.

When I got home, I went in, took a bath, and got ready to watch the Bruins vs Caps game. Jessica's brother was on the Bruins. Her brother is Patrice Bergeron.

I was in the middle of watching the game when I heard the door smash open and there stood Brandon.

"Get the hell out of here!" I screamed.

"No! I don't have to!" he smirked.

"Bran---" he cut me off by slapping me.

I squealed in pain.

Everything went calm once the Bruins goal horn went off indicating a goal.

I looked to see who scored it. It was Lucic, my favorite player!

"Stop staring at the picture on the TV of that player. You're mine slut. Don't even get ideas." Brandon yelled.

"What? I can't like hockey all of a sudden?" I hissed.

"No, you can like hockey, just not the players." he snapped.

"Fuck you Brandon! Get the hell outta my house!" I yelled.

"No! I don't want you getting hurt." he said.

God this monster doesn't make sense. He's the bastard that's hurting me.

"Get out! You're the one that's hurting me!" I yelled.

"Ugh! Fine. You haven't seen the last of me." he laughed, evilly.

The next morning, I met up with Jessica and her brother, Patrice Bergeron.

We were eating and I got a text saying that my friend, Jenna was taken off life support and has hours to live.

Tears started to well up in my eyes.

"Chantelle? What's wrong?" Jessica asked.

"It's Jenna." I said. "I will be back." I got up and sat down on a bench outside of Starbucks.

I got another text saying she was gone. I started to cry very hard.

I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked up and saw her brother.

"What about Jenna?" he asked me.

"She--she's dead." I cried.

"Who's Jenna?" he asked.

"She was my best friend next to Jessica." I said.

"Oh. It's cold out here, let's go inside." he suggested. I agreed and we went inside.

"Okay, Chant, tell me, what's wrong?" Jessica asked.

"Jenna's dead." I spoke.

Jessica's expression was blank.

"She's what?" she asked tearing up.

"They took her off life support." I said.

"Oh my god! I-I can't right now." she said.

Two months later:

It has been two months since Jenna passed. I was strong through it but, I had to leave the room at the funeral. Too upsetting. As far as mine and Brandon's relationship is going, he is still torturing me. I fucken hate it but, I can't get out of it. I want to but, I can't. Not just yet.

"Bitch! Open the fucken door!" Brandon yelled.

I did as told and I was picked up and thrown against the wall.

"Why the fuck are you doing this to me?" I yelled.

"BECAUSE! YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE BITCH!" he yelled louder than I did.

I had to get out of there.

"Hey! Look! There's a gun over there!" I distracted him.

I quickly left and knocked on my neighbor's door.

Brandon found me before the neighbor opened the door and began beating me and he fucken tore my Lucic shirt.

"You tore my Lucic shirt." I hissed.

Just then the neighbor opened the door.

"Hello?" asked a familiar voice.

I looked over and saw Milan Lucic standing there.

"BRANDON! LEAVE!" I yelled.

He left once he saw Lucic.

Milan's POV

I heard a knock on my door. I got up, opened it and there was a man beating up a beautiful girl.

Her chlothes were torn, she had bruises, and wounds all over.

"Hello?" I asked.

They looked over.

"Help me. He's gonna kill me." she cried. She was shaking as well.

"No he won't. Come in." I said.

She came in.

"A-are you my neighbor?" she asked.

"I don't know. Are you the one who lives next door?" I asked.

"Yes." she replied.

"Then yep I am." I laughed.

"Oh look. Your t-shirt is torn. Let's get you into a fresh one." I smiled.

"No, Milan, it's fi----" I cut her off.

"Your shirt is torn and you don't look like you are in good condition." I said.

"Okay." she finally agreed.

I gave her a fresh tshirt to wear.

"Thanks." she said.

"No problem." I said. "What's wrong? You look upset."

"I am actually." she said. "Brandon, he's been torturing me for the past 3-4 years."

"And you never did anything?" I asked.

"I did but, he never listened." she cried into my shoulder.

"Shh shh! It's alright, I won't let that creep near you. And that is a fact." I comforted her.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

She didn't leave tonight. I didn't allow her to.

We fell asleep watching the Blind Side. We both cried at that movie. I usually never cry but, in this case, I cried.