All Chapters of A Stripper's Nightmare: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Brandon's POV"Yeah...run away, asshole!" The girl shouted at me, as I bolted.I was disoriented, couldn't think straight. It must be the substance they injected me with. I needed to get away from this park, as soon as possible. I needed to get away, before I kill someone else.That poor, defenseless woman was just trying to help me, before I suddenly stabbed her with a knife. Judging by the ring on her finger, she was married, and probably has children depending on her.Her husband saw my face, he saw me, before I put my hoodie back on. I saw the rage in his eyes, as he caught me towering over his wife's body. A part of me was hoping that he had a gun, that he'd just kill me and stop me from murdering someone else. I had so much blood on my hands, and I didn't know how to stop.I looked down at the woman I had just stabbed. She was holding onto my leg, whispering something to me. She was already loosing too much blood."Run!" She whispered, taking me aback. I just stabbed her, and s

Danielle's POV"What? Does Mr. Brandon know about this?" Sam shrieked, his eyes widened at the piece of information I had just revealed to him."Quit being dramatic, Sam! He doesn't need to know." I rolled my eyes at him, falling back on the sofa."Your father is back, and has apparently been stalking you for a while now." He said."Seriously, you still don't think Mr. Brandon should know?""Well, we don't know anything for sure. For all I know, I might have just been seeing things." I shrugged at him."Stop looking at me like that!" I snapped."What? You're getting me all worried." He protested, and I let out a sigh.Our exams were pretty much over, with only a few more projects to be done and submitted. I was currently at Sam's, as his house was nearer to the school. Brandon's driver didn't show up, and after my many attempts to reach him through phone calls, I simply gave up. He wasn't picking any of my calls, so I assumed that he must be really occupied at the moment."Shit!" Sam

Brandon's POV"Aaargh!" I screamed out in pain, as a red-hot blade was pressed against my bare back.I was hanging with my hands tied to the ceiling; a position I've maintained for days now. I was already starting to loose count, already starting to loose hope of ever being out of here."Seriously...torture me all you want." I spat through clenched teeth."I'm never going to sell them out." The man who had been torturing me, finally came to stand in front of me, taking off his mask. He had a wrinkled, wry smile on his face, and a broad build that was similar to that of my dad. I wanted so badly to make sure he suffers the same fate."You know, I could continue like this till you finally die." He grinned wickedly, shoving the metal deeper into the flame."Then I die!" "Ah! The tenacity...I really admire you assassins." He chuckled."This isn't really your first attempt on my life, but it has gotten quite annoying, I must admit."The man before me was some kind of pharmacist, who spec

[A/N: Enjoy scenes like this for now, because things are about to get pretty twisted and serious from here.]Danielle's POVA week had passed since my graduation now. I haven't still heard from Sam, but we got to find out that he flew his granny out of the city, for an emergency surgery.I let out a groan, at the bright rays of sun that filtered into my eyes, from the window. Brandon was still very much asleep beside me. Looks like I exhausted him, last night.I turned around in bed, to stare at this beautiful hunk of a man, running my fingers over a scar on his shoulder. I couldn't ever emphasize enough on how good he usually looks, when he's peacefully sleeping. An angry mumbling of words may leave his lips every now and then, but I still found him beautiful to look at. Can monsters look this good? Guess I'll never know.Just two days ago, he took me on a road trip, like I've always wanted. Brandon asked me officially to be his girlfriend, and I agreed without hesitation. I guess we

Danielle's POVOliver's laughter echoed through the whole house, as my father tickled him mercilessly. We were playing hide and seek together, and his little legs weren't fast enough to take him to a proper hiding place.I and my mother were hiding behind some furniture in the dining area, but we could see them through a small hole from here."No! My baby!" My mother gasped dramatically, and I tugged at her arm, signalling for her to keep her voice down.We often played games like this in the house, and father was usually the seeking monster. He was the one to come seek us out of our hiding places, and he was getting scarily good at it. It's almost like he could sniff us out, and it made the game more fun."I need to go save my baby. He's going to be eaten alive!" My mom continued with her theatrics, making pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. She was quite the drama queen."Mom... please let him have Oliver. It's just a game!" I pleaded in a whisper. I wanted so badly to beat