Chapter 34
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I'm uneasy, I didn't want to talk to Ronan,when he tried to say something I stopped him and when he blocked my way for the second time I slapped him across the face hard and then left.
I pull out my phone and text
Me: Brandon don't.
He doesn't reply
Me: Please..
No reply
I bite on my fingernails,my knee jerking and foot tapping on the floor
I pull up his contact and call him twice but he doesn't pick up.
Images of him touching Bree in ways he touched me assault my brain,consume and stain my thoughts.
Is he going to make her feel what he made me feel?
I feel the tears forming and I abruptly stand like my ass is on fire.
I rush down the stairs and out of the house
"Kim!"
I hear my mum call out but I hail a taxi and give the location
The car hasn't even fully stopped when I jump out, I hear the driver cuss.
I knock non stop on the door until Charles opens
"Who--miss? Are you okay?"
I rush past him and up the stairs,he cusses low.
Ronan's room is in the other direction but I sprint in the opposite.
I don't even knock I just fling the door open and enter.
I look around with tears rolling down my cheeks and my eyes feel hot. I look on the bed and it's just Brandon, he's staring at something on his phone.
There's no sign of Bree, maybe....
I rush and check the bathroom ready to drag her out by the hair if I have to. There's no sign of her so I move and stand in the doorway,my heartbeat slowing down. Brandon clicks the bedroom door shut.
"Why weren't you replying to my texts?" I step closer
He just stares at me over his nose
"Why didn't you pick up!"
I hit his chest with my fist but I might as well be hitting a wall.
He grabs my wrists and walks me backward until my back slams against the wall, making me gasp.
"Why hmm? Why were you texting and calling me?"
I open my mouth and close it, I don't even know how to answer that.
"Why are you here?"
"I just..I...I don't know."
He tsks
"Were you scared I'd bring Brianna here? That I'd make her feel what I make you feel? That I'd savagely ravage her lips and feast on her wet dripping pussy?"
My lips tremble and an invisible hand reaches for my heart,squeezing it till my breaths become shallow.
"St-stop." I whisper
"That I'd sink deep into her heat?"
"Brandon stop." I tremble
He crushes my body against the wall with his,my boobs flattening against his chest.
"That I'd pound into her from behind and claim her even in the ass where I haven't claimed you? That I'd tear through her cunt until she moans and screams my name to the point she looses her voice."
"Stop!" I scream "stop it!"
I sob. His eyes harden
"Why?"
"Stop." I hiccup "stop hurting me."
"This is nothing compared to what I felt when I heard him fucking you!"
He pummels his fist in the wall near my head and I flinch.
I thought he wasn't home.
"My words don't compare to those actions Kimberly."
"I'm sorry." I cry "I'm so sorry."
"You chose him. You fucking let him touch what's mine!"
He hits the wall again, twice.
"Bran.."
I grab his fist
"Don't hurt yourself, please don't hurt yourself."
"This is nothing compared to how you hurt me."
His eyes are almost swallowed by black rage, consuming the color I love so much. I'm loosing him
"You think this isn't hurting me too? I can't be without you,I can't cope without you Bran."
"Then be with me,choose me,pick me."
"It'll always be you Brandon,in here"
I place his hand on my heart
"And everywhere else."
I lift his fisted bruised hand to my lips and lick the blood clean. He watches me with dark eyes
"I want every bit of you. The light,the darkness. Everything,from the inside-out."
I drop his hand and wrap mine around his neck
"I want you."
I whisper against his lips,and then we kiss air back into each other's lungs.
"Where were you?"
"Uncle Luca's." I continue wrapping the leftover chicken.
"Why have you been avoiding me lately?"
I spin around
"I haven't."
"Kim," he moves towards me "I'm sorry okay,I didn't mean to upset you."
"And I said okay, honestly you're starting to sound like a broken record."
I grab the chicken and put it in the fridge.
We closed school,took the championship and got good congratulations in papers.
Ronan has been noticing my detachments and knows I'm unhappy,he asks me all the time.
I barely smile or light up when he takes me to that spot in the forest, infact I've been refusing to go there anymore.
One time I refused to have sex with him he got angry and asked if I'd prefer it were Bran instead of him.
Last time,a bar man called me saying Brandon was way too drunk to even walk and when he asked him who to call he said Kim,he used his thumbprint to unlock the phone and dialed my number immediately. I then called Xander and gave him the address
My phone rings and I flinch, I frown at the unknown number
"Hello?" A female voice reaches my ear in panic mode
"Hello." The voice sounds familiar
"Kimberly? It's me Lydia, Brandon's mother."
She's crying,why is she-
"Is Brandon okay?" I stand from the chair
"N-no Kim, he's killing himself,my little boy is fading away. You need to help me."
I'm shocked to the point I can't speak
"Please...he needs you,I need you."
"Where is he?"
"He's in his room. He hasn't left for four days,he refuses to eat or drink anything unless it's alcohol."
Damnit Brandon
"I'll be right there Lydia,just stay calm."
"Okay, and Kim?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
Then the line goes dead.
I rush out of the house and step on the gas like a mad person.
The moment I step out of the car, Lydia is pacing on the front porch.
"Kim." Her eyes shine with hope
"Is he still there?"
"Yes."
"Okay,stay here."
She remains in the passage.
I knock on his door
No answer and fear starts creeping under my skin.
"Brandon?"
I knock, I'm about to knock again when the door opens.
Brandon is a mess. His eyes are red and his hair is a mess,his clothes are a mess,some stubble on his chin proves he definitely hasn't been shaving. His bed is a pile of mess and on the dresser are eleven empty bottles of both vodka and whiskey.
"You're here."
He doesn't seem to believe it himself
He touches my cheek and I close my eyes briefly. I step inside and click the door shut.
I move to the side of his bed and look around and then I turn to face him
"What's going on Brandon?"
He runs a hand over his face
"You need to take a shower and clean up Bran."
He just keeps staring at me. I release a sign and disappear into the bathroom. After a few minutes I walk out
"You can go shower now."
"I don't feel like it."
He sways a bit and I sigh again.
moving to him,I grab his hand and pull him to the bathroom.
I help him pull take off his shirt and he keeps staring at me,I don't look up as I focus on the work at hand but I can feel his intense stare.
"Take them off."
I point at his jeans. I wait and wait and wait. And then I lift my eyes to his,
"Why do you keep staring at me like that?"
"You're so beautiful." He whispers.
