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Bryanna (aka. Bre) |
All of a sudden he pins me to the ground and rips my clothes off. I’m so weak from him beating me stupid that I can’t defend myself. Then out of anger I start to cry and start kicking. He finally figured out that I wasn’t about to let him do his business. It wasn’t until he threw the nightstand on me that I realized he was trying to rape me. He managed to disable my legs and rape me. It felt like I was is in a twisted hell. I was really mad that I was conscious when he tortured me. I played dead for 30 min. He thought I was really dead. Then next thing I now he leaves me there “dead” and I manage to reach my phone which was right there on the floor.
Once I called 911 I was almost unconscious. When they came I was blacked out while I was in the ambulance they ran an IV of morphine and then I started coding. They put me on life support.
At the hospital the doctors called all of my emergency contacts which were the boys and they hurried up and got there. When they arrived I was in surgery which lasted 16 hours. I had a shattered pelvis, a busted hip 3 broken ribs and a concussion. He beat me up real bad. Luckily the police caught him trying to get out of town obviously he wasn’t successful.
When I got out of surgery I wasn’t allowed visitors until 3 hrs later. When the boys came in my room I was barely conscious and could barley talk from that monster squashing my throat with his big feet.
Conversation:
*they walk in*
All: *gasp*
Me: hey guys
All: hey Bre
Dustin: how u feelin babe? *kisses me on the forehead*
Me: like crap
Carnell: that’s not good
Me: Bryan
Patrick: he’s not being cavalier
Me: I guess well the police caught him at least justice is being brought
Kelly: we want revenge not justice
Me: that’s not the right thing to do and u guys know that
Me: I am not.
Patrick: u a lie
Me: I know. I just feel like denying it.
Dustin: guys we all want revenge but its not the way to go
Me: as long as I don’t have to face him again. I’ll be fine
Carnell: lets hope
*end*
Once I got to go home after a week in the hospital I fell into a deep depression. When the guys would go to work and leave me with my caring sister Chanice, I would close my door, take my switchblade and cut parallel lines on my wrist. Once I did it, I felt kinda better but I was still depressed. About four days after I started my sister caught me doing it.
Conversation:
Chanice: *walks in my room with my medicine *
Me: *jumps and tries to hide what I am doing* Hey sis wassup?
Chanice: what are you doing?
Me: nothing…
Chanice: *goes along with it* well here’s your medicine
Me: thnx *takes it*
Chanice: the guys said they’ll be home early today
Me: oh good
*pause*
the blood started to show through my sweater. Then I got caught…
*play*
Chanice: Bre, what the hell is that? *Points to my sleeve*
Me: nothing. I just scratched a scab off its no big deal
Chanice: *snatches my sleeve up and sees the scars and the fresh cuts* Bre!! Omg why?
Me: its nothing Chanice. Chill
Chanice: why should I, when my sister is in here cutting her self?
Me: Chanice, life is just a lil’ fucked up right now. I’ll be fine when I get well
Chanice: Bre, you’re never gonna get well cutting yourself
Me: *cries* well nothing is gonna heal my torn emotions
Chanice: *holds me tight* that’s what me, Larisa and the boys are for. To help you fell better inside
Me: well how come I still feel like a piece of shit?
Chanice: nothing happens over night. Trust me when the boys get finished pampering you you’ll be in heaven just trust me
Me: *sniffs and wipe my tears* thnx sis
Chanice: No problem *hands me a tissue* now let me tend to your arm
Me: *sighs* ok
*2 weeks later*
therapist: *bends my knee further to my chest*
me: >.< owwww
Patrick: *holds my hand*
Me: this is torture…
Therapist: im sorry but this is gonna help in the long run
Me: *sighs* alright.
Patrick: *strokes my hair*
Me: mmm
Therapist: *does the same thing to my other side*
Me: >.< I hate this
Pat: it’ll be over soon *all optimistic*
Me: I hope so…
…
After that damn therapist put me through hell Pat drove me home and then… some more dumb shit happened.
At the house
I was in a deep sleep then all of sudden I heard a bunch of racquet and yelling.
Me: *crutches outta the room to the family room*
Kelly+Carnell: *beating each other bloody*
Me: 0.0!! omg *tries to get in the middle*
Carnell: Bre stay outta this Bre!
Me: no, Carnell! What the hell is going on?
Kelly: yo dumb ass bf decided to sell my car
Me: Kelly, baby, thts no reason to fight…
Carnell: I didn’t do it!! I swear it’s a scam!
Me: it sounds like it
Kelly: why should I believe you? When ur
Me: *sighs* u guys gotta straighten this out with the authorities
Carnell: imma go tomorrow
Kelly: ya damn right
Me: Kelly drop it! *sits* yall givin me a headache
Carnell: *walks to the kitchen*
Me: *calls dustin* babe?...mhm..yea im iight… mhm… yea… really??... oh thts wassup… about what?... K oh… alright… k.. bye
Kelly: wat Dustin say?
Me: we gotta talk about the sperm donor thing…
Kelly: babe… this is a hassle…
Me: im having them choose at a random. Thts only fair..
-End-
