BRANDONThere's too much silence and knowing Kim, she would have followed me out here to throw curses at me but she hasn't, and then I realize I just left a high person with drugs in the room. Shit.I walk back to the room and the minute I'm close to the door, I hear soft moaning. I push the door open and stop at the sight before me.Kim is lying down on the bed, her legs are parted and the sight of her pussy is in full view, since the bed is positioned in the middle of the room. A vibrator is in her hands and she's circling it on her clit, her teeth sink into the cushion of her bottom lip and my already hard dick strains some more.As if sensing the hardness of my dick, she parts her legs wider and dips the tip of the vibrator into her opening and her back arches from the bed."Ahh," her moan is louder this time, her teeth let loose and her pink swollen lips part again. My throat goes dry and I try to swallow whatever saliva is in my mouth the exact moment she dips the vibrator into
BRANDON"Are you sure?" Michael asks me with narrowed eyes."I am.""And you think she'll agree to move into the same house with you?""She has no fucking choice. I need to make sure she's off those drugs."He nods, running his index finger on his upper lip."Jonathan is working on all the information we need."I shouldn't have told Michael to stop following Matt two weeks after all we got was a dead end. He must have known something was wrong and played it safe.I nod and stand, then i head to Kim's room, ready to drag her out by any means if she tries to fight me on moving to where I'm planning to stay with her.It's a big shock that awaits her.* * *"No." She folds her hands over her chest and glares at me from the other side of the room."You don't have a choice," i point out."I do, and it's a fucking No."I narrow my eyes on her and she flinces. Her hands drop to her sides and they ball into fists."It's either you obediently pack your shit, or i drag you out of this door throu
BRANDON *The Next Day* Today was pretty tense for the both of us. Kim made supper and went to bed, but I didn't touch it because I'm not hungry. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing by keeping her here. Of course I'm working on bringing her back from her drug addiction, but it's proving to be more and more difficult with each day. Her friends haven't come to see her because that's all part of the process. Nathaniel, Nao's fiancé has been helping out with Kim. He advised i take her to a rehabilitation centre which he recommended, but when he saw her and spoke to her, he said it wasn't that bad.It's not like she couldn't live without them, she took the drugs to release pressure and stress, not because she couldn't control herself. I lean my weight on the table, closing my eyes.I still care. If i didn't, i wouldn't have given a shit where life took her after our breakup. Taking one last sip of my water, i walk to the bedroom and find her in the same position as last night, with her
BRANDON I steal a glance at Brandon's sleeping form, then slowly, i peel off the duvet from my body, making sure that i don't wake him. I make my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash up. Opening the door quietly, i see that he's still asleep, so, i tiptoe my way out of the bedroom and head down to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. I'm not stupid, i expect anything this morning from him, just because the two of us had a heart to heart truth revealing conversation with honesty last night, and not to forget the amazing sex, it doesn't mean that we're back to being all lovey dovey. I place the scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and toasted bread on a plate and some juice and coffee next to it on the table. I go to wash my hands when he enters the kitchen, our eyes meet and i wait for it. I hold my breath as i watch him look around the clean kitchen and then his eyes rest on the food placed on the table for long seconds. Something flashes in his eyes and i mentally slap
KIMBERLY "Crap!" She turns off the oven and flings her hand around, trying to push the smoke away from her face so that she can pull out the chicken."Stop." I say and she straightens at my words.I walk over to her and grab the kitchen gloves from her."Let it cool. You might burn yourself. Here, let me help you with that."She moves to the side and i leave the oven open. Then, i walk to the windows and open them as well."It's best if we leave the kitchen, the smoke is bad for us."I nod and we walk to the sitting room.Kim sighs then pushes her hair back."What now? The food is ruined." She says without looking at me."Not everything. At least we still have the sauce and potatoes."She eyes me as if it's all my fault. Well, honestly, it is."We'll just order the chicken." I say while pulling out my phone and calling one of the good restaurants i know which are nearby. I order, and they say it will be delivered in thirty-five minutes.When the smoke has completely vanished, Kim wa
KIMBERLYI open the door to the apartment with my coat hanging over my arm as I shut it closed. A loud yelp leaves my lips when I spot a figure seated on the floor next to the door. I place my hand over my thumping heart and suck in a deep breath, then release it slowly.Brandon. What the hell is he doing seated here at this hour? It's half past nine pm. His eyes shoot up to mine. One leg is stretched out flat on the floor while his other is propped up and his arm rests on the top of it hanging lazily. His head rests against the wall behind him and his eyes are droopy. "Hey," I whisper slowly and carefully. I don't even know why."Hey," he replies, eyeing me from top to bottom then back to top.I slowly lower myself down but a few feet away from him.We stay there in silence, both of us not daring to look at each other directly. After a full minute of silence, he finally speaks."How did we fucking get here?"I sigh."I don't know...but it all had to do with sectrets and trust.""Ye
BRANDON I'm not fucking her!" I pin her against the wall with my hand wrapped around her delicious delicate smooth throat. "No matter how much I fucking try, I can't dip my dick in anyone that isn't you." Her watery eyes stare up at me and I see the mixture of shock and relief in them. "I can't revenge you by doing what you did to me and that pisses me off." I shove off her and take a few steps back. I need to get away from her. "I want to break you the way you did me, but why can't I fucking do it!" My fist flies into the nearest wall with so much force that my hand stings with pain. "I'm sorry," I hear her whisper and low sobs. "I'm so sorry that I did this to us." My hands flattens on the wall on each side of my head and I close my eyes as fresh pain flows through me. "Brandon..." I feel her small hand on my back and I don't push it off. Her hand comes to my shoulder and she turns me around. Her eyes are red and tears keep flowing down her cheeks. She reaches up a
KIMBERLYI've been anxious since Brandon left in a murderous mood. When he gets like that, he makes me panic. I just know that he's going to something rash and violent. I've seen him like this before, once. And i don't want him to get in trouble because this time, we're talking about the son of a wealthy drug dealer. I've been at our girls aprtment for over fifteen hours without signs of Brandon, his phone is also unreachable, which had me biting my fingernails impatiently, a habit i have never done or liked before.I hear voices downstairs, i turn off the shower and rush out, then i grab the first material i see and put it on. I'm heading to the door when it opens and Brandon walks back in the room, all bruised and bloodied. I take his shirt off and wipe him with a clean wet towel, turning to take a small bandage to cover the cut on his cherkbone.My fingers pause when his hands slowly wrap around me from behind. His fingers rest on my stomach and then he sprawls them like a web.
KIMBERLY "Oh my God sweetie," my mom gasps and places her hand over her mouth and i watch as her eyes start turning glassy. "Mom.. Don't start again, please." She shakes her head. "I just can't help it. You're so beautiful in white. I can't believe my baby is all grown up and getting married. " She smiles and i hold up my dress then move to her. I kiss her cheek and pull her in for a hug. Pulling back, i stare at her through blurry eyes. "Oh, no, no. Not with that makeup." I laugh. "Then don't cry if you don't want me to either." She nods and places her hands on my cheeks. "I'm so happy for you, baby." "Thanks, mom." A knock comes at the door and my mom goes to check. She opens it wide after seeing who it is and my father steps in. He looks so handsome in a perfectly pressed blue suit. "Is this a bad time?" He asks then pauses when his eyes land on mine. I bite the corner of my bottom lip nervously as he slowly scans his eyes over me. It turns out that the
BRANDONMichael starts the car with me and Kim in the back. Carrying her to the car in this condition in my arms only made me wish i were the one in this position and not her. I'd give anything to trade places with her. To be the one in pain and not her."Baby, please hold on. Don't close your eyes.""Brandon.." she swallows, and i can see how difficult it is for her. "I love you.""Don't, don't do that. You'll be okay." My heart squeezes.We get to the hospital at the emergency exit, and nurses rush to us. Michael had already made the call, so they were ready for us. They place her on the bed and roll her down the hall and into the emergency room."Hurry, hurry. The patient is losing consciousness." One of them says.I go to step in but the nurse stops me."Sir. I'm sorry, but you can't go in.""I have to be with her.""I'm sorry, but you need to trust us if you want her to survive this, please."She walks away and i start pacing the hall."Jonathan just got Harry and Lily at the st
BRANDON "Fuck!" I pull out my phone and dial Jonathan's number. Stepping out of the store only to see the car door wide open and tiremarks on the road with no sign of Kim almost gave me a heart attack. When Jonathan picks up, i rush out. "I think they took her." "Shit. Tell me where you are, we'll be on our way immediately." I tell him my location and fly my fist into the side of the car, breathing hard and not caring about the pain buzzing in my arm. I rush back into the store and explain to the lady at the counter. She calls her coworker, and they flip the sign from open to closed. We walk to a small room and he pulls up the gas stations camera footage and does a rewind to a few minutes ago. I watch how everything happened and i get a very eerie feeling as i watch Harry searching his surroundings and then walking up to the side of Kim's car, they talk for a few seconds and he tries to leave. She stops him and then a car comes to an abrubt stop. Two men step out and drag the
KIMBERLY"Kim...."I hear a faint voice call out to me but I'm wea. Too weak to respond. What's happening? Where am i and why is it so dark?"Kim.. please." I hear it but a little bit louder this time.Mt eyes slowly peel open and the stench of blood and something else that makes me extremely nauseous hits me immediately. I slowly get to a sitting position and look around. I'm in a cell and little light from a corridor is the only thing that allows me to see a little bit of my surroundings. Everything comes rushing back. I was with Brandon at the gas station, then Harry appeared, scared and saying things that didn't make sense. I ran after him and then the mysterious van..Screaming.Thrashing and then...Harry.Oh my goddess. "Kim.." A low voice calls again and i get on my knees, crawling my way to the corner where it's coming from because i recognize his voice.Light illuminates his features, he's lying on his back, looking pale, and theres dried blood on the side of his face."Ha
KIMBERLY I sigh.Brandon refuses to tell me any details about what happened with Matt that day. The proof of bloodstains that were on his shirt and skin are the only signs that it wasn't something good. It also doesn't help that the guy has vanished into thin air and none of his close friends are asking about him. It'salmost as if he didn't exist. I'm not worried about Matt, I'm worried about Brandon and the trouble he might have gotten himself into. I checked Matt's social media but he hasn't posted anything. Matt always posts something, especially pictures of him in the gym first thing in the morning. I try to call his number using Sam's phone just to see if it will go through, but still nothing. I sigh and rest my elbows on my knees. Then i bury my fingers in my hair and straighten back up."What if he accidentally killed him and buried him somewhere to keep the truth from everyone?" I widen my eyes as i ask Sam. "No." She shakes her head. "Nobody is dead, Kim. You need to calm
BRANDON *HOURS AGO* I look at thr little fuck who is tied to the ceiling, his legs hand midway in the air, his heels up and toes touching the ground. I throw a bucket of water on him and he gasps, his eyes peeling open. "Wake up, you little shit." I say to him. He blinks slowly and tgen focuses his eyes on me. When our eyes meet, fury burns in his probably remembering the last thing he did before he was drugged by a hooker i hired to seduce him and bring him here. "It was you. What the fuck do you want?" He screams and i straighten to my full height, stalking close to him because he's damn well my prey. "You walk into my life, take my woman sneakily, get her in bed, and made me fuck up her lufe and you still ask me what the fuck i want?" I'm now standing in front if him. "You didn't think I'd find out about you little rape stunt?" His eyes widen and i smirk. I wrap my fist in a cloth and he watches me with panic. "You see, Matt. I hate it when people try to take my girl aw
BRANDON Reap my heart out right now because the way it's beating is so painfully unbearable. I stare at the white walls of the hospital. It's been two days and she hasn't yet woken up. When i didn't kiss her back there in the apartment, it wasn't because i'm still mad at her or that i'm disgusted by her. It was because i didn't deserve to kiss her, to have her hold me. After i failed her so badly and hurt her in the worst way possible. I left that room, beating myself up. All i could do was that i don't deserve her. She can't be with someone who hurts her when he's hurt. I don't deserve her forgiveness for being so blind and easy to manipulate. I didn't leave. I sat in my car with my heart cracking open at the reminder of what she went through. I should have had a conversation with her and thoroughly investigated, but i let anger consume me. Then i decided i would do anything to make it right, because i wasn't willing to do the, "if you love her but you cause her pain, then
KIMBERLYI've been anxious since Brandon left in a murderous mood. When he gets like that, he makes me panic. I just know that he's going to something rash and violent. I've seen him like this before, once. And i don't want him to get in trouble because this time, we're talking about the son of a wealthy drug dealer. I've been at our girls aprtment for over fifteen hours without signs of Brandon, his phone is also unreachable, which had me biting my fingernails impatiently, a habit i have never done or liked before.I hear voices downstairs, i turn off the shower and rush out, then i grab the first material i see and put it on. I'm heading to the door when it opens and Brandon walks back in the room, all bruised and bloodied. I take his shirt off and wipe him with a clean wet towel, turning to take a small bandage to cover the cut on his cherkbone.My fingers pause when his hands slowly wrap around me from behind. His fingers rest on my stomach and then he sprawls them like a web.
BRANDON I'm not fucking her!" I pin her against the wall with my hand wrapped around her delicious delicate smooth throat. "No matter how much I fucking try, I can't dip my dick in anyone that isn't you." Her watery eyes stare up at me and I see the mixture of shock and relief in them. "I can't revenge you by doing what you did to me and that pisses me off." I shove off her and take a few steps back. I need to get away from her. "I want to break you the way you did me, but why can't I fucking do it!" My fist flies into the nearest wall with so much force that my hand stings with pain. "I'm sorry," I hear her whisper and low sobs. "I'm so sorry that I did this to us." My hands flattens on the wall on each side of my head and I close my eyes as fresh pain flows through me. "Brandon..." I feel her small hand on my back and I don't push it off. Her hand comes to my shoulder and she turns me around. Her eyes are red and tears keep flowing down her cheeks. She reaches up a