A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait! Life is just hectic sometimes.

This chapter is dedicated to my Sister IndianFeather1994. Without her this chapter would not be here. I knew what I wanted to do with Susan but I wasn't sure how to do it. So thank you Sis!

Okay so I have some bad news. I'm having jaw surgery Wednesday morning. So it will probably be a while before I update again. That is unless the pain meds I'm on work really well. lol But don't worry, I will update. I just don't know when.

Warning: This chapter has some strong language and violence in it, but it had to be done to establish a certain character's personality. So be warned.

Okay! Here is chapter four! Enjoy!

Chapter four: Not again

Susan's POV

"HOW IN THE BLOODY HELL COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?" He shouted as he threw the news paper down on the ground.

"I'm sorry Bradley." I whimpered.

"Oh do shut up, you bitch." He said harshly as he started pacing. That was never a good sign.

"Yes Bradley." I said as I looked down.

"Didn't I say shut up?" he yelled as he spun around to face me.

I nodded and backed up a little trying to put some distance between us. I knew he wouldn't like what I told him but I didn't think he would be this upset.

"I thought you loved me, Susan." he said as he started pacing again.

"I...I do love you, Bradley. More than-"

"Don't talk while I'm speaking!" he snapped as he stopped to glare at me. He looked disgusted with me. Like I had done the most despicable thing ever.

"How stupid are you?" he asked as he began pacing again.

I flinched at his question and a tear ran down my face.

"Did you plan this?" he then asked as he came to a stop and looked at me with disgust once again.

I was too afraid to answer.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He yelled as he came toward me.

"I'm sorry Bradley." I said quickly.

"Quit apologizing, you bitch!" he shouted without warning, as he slammed me up against the wall. I let out a small shriek and then gasped for air. I could already feel the bruise forming on my back as he spoke.

"Now, let's try this again. Did. You. Plan. This?" he asked in a quiet yet deadly voice.

All I could do was shake my head as tears fell freely down my face.

Then he grabbed my throat and shoved me against the wall hitting my back once again. My heart was racing and I thought for sure that he would kill me.

Then he did something I wasn't expecting, he let go of me and backed away. I slid down the wall to the floor touching my throat with a shaky hand and started sobbing.

I didn't think he would take it this bad. Then he started moving for the door.

"Bradley." I whispered through my sobbing.

"I have better things to do than to waste anymore of my time with you." He said as he looked down at me as if I was nothing.

"Bra-Bradley… N-no!" I said as I crawled across the floor to get to him. Then I got to my feet and grabbed his arm to stop him from leaving.

He looked at me as if I wasn't good enough to even touch him. Then without warning, he backhanded me.

I stumbled back holding my face.

"This has been long overdue." He said in a sigh as he picked up the news paper he dropped.

"Wha-what?" I asked in a hoarse voice, still touching the side of my face.

"You know your friend, Linda?" he asked as I looked up at him slowly, and nodded.

"Well she and I have gotten rather close lately and I've been thinking for a while now that I should move into her flat. I'm afraid I've grown tired of you Susan." He said as he walked towards the door.

"Bradley-"

"Goodbye Susan." he said as he opened the door.

He was halfway out the door when he suddenly turned around. "Oh, and don't worry about my things, I'll send Linda to retrieve them for me." then he walked out the door and left me standing in the middle of the room sobbing.

I didn't know what I was going to do. I knew I would be able to keep the flat because I was the one paying the bills. But I didn't like the idea of being alone.

When I was alone and didn't have anything to distract me, I would think about home.

Not Finchley but my real home. I would think about Narnia. And I hated thinking about Narnia and how I would never be able to go home again.

That's why I started pretending that it was 'just a game' so my siblings would stop talking about it with me. I just couldn't take it. All the reminiscing about something I could never have again.

It about killed me when I ran in to Lucy and she started talking about Narnia not too long ago.

I dreamt about it that night. It was the most wonderful and horrible dream I have ever had.

Wonderful because it was home and beautiful.

Horrible because I could never go back and it just reminded me of that fact.

I decided that if I was going to sob my heart out I might as well sit down. So I sat down on the couch.

I was going to read the news paper to take my mind off things when I realized that 'he' took it with him.

Which meant I didn't have anything to read because Bradley believed that the only reading material that should be in a house is the news paper. I don't know where he got that from but I went with it.

I quickly learned that whatever Bradley said was to be listened to and obeyed. Unless I wanted to get hit.

I got up to go call one of my friends but then I realized that all of the friends I had, Bradley had allowed me to have because he liked them.

Which probably meant that he was 'getting rather close' to all of them. Which meant I had no one to call.

I might call Lucy if I knew her number and we hadn't of had a falling out the last time I saw her. But then I would have to tell her everything.

And I wasn't about to do that. Even if she knocked on my door this very second-

Knock, knock, knock.

My head snapped up at the sound of someone knocking on my door.

That was strange. I thought.

I got up and went to the mirror hanging on the wall to make sure I looked presentable.

I wasn't a pretty sight but it would have to do.

The bruise on my cheek was forming but it wasn't that noticeable yet. My eyes and nose were red and puffy but I could just say I was watching a really sad movie.

So I went to answer the door.

While walking to the door I noticed that my rib was hurting really badly. It was broken two weeks ago and was healing nicely but I guess getting slammed up against the wall re-broke it.

Great. Just great. I thought as I opened the door.

There, to my astonishment, stood Linda Stanley.

"Hello Susan." she said as politely as possible for her. "I'm here to get Bradley's things." she said as she looked at me with contempt.

"Of course. Come in." I said as I stepped out of the way.

"I knew he would come to me sooner or later I just didn't expect it to be this soon." Linda said as she sat down on the couch.

"Yes, well I didn't expect this either." I said.

"So what did you do? He said you did something but wouldn't tell me what." she siad as she crossed her legs.

"I didn't do anything." I said with an edge to my voice.

"You had to of done something dear. You always muck things up."

That was the last straw. I had been though too much tonight.

"Linda just go get his things and leave." I said as a crossed my arms.

"Oh no dear. I couldn't go though your belongings. Why don't you go pack his things and I'll wait here. Then I'll take them back to my flat." She said as she examined her fingernails.

She's here to get Bradley's things. And wants me to pack them for her no less. Well she can't have them. I paid for them. So technically they are mine.

"Get out Linda." I said as I opened the door.

The look on her face was priceless. She came from a wealthy family and wasn't accustomed to hearing the word 'no' or being told to leave that often, if ever.

"Excuse me?" she said as she unfolded her legs.

"Get out. If Bradley wanted his things then he shouldn't have left without them. And even if I were going to let you get them I would not pack them up for you. But that doesn't matter because you aren't getting them." I said as I motioned towards the door.

"But there his things! You can't just keep them from him!" she said as she stood up.

"I bought them and they are in the flat that I pay for. Therefore they are really my things and I can do whatever I want with them. Now please leave and don't ever come back." I said as I grabbed her arm and forced her out the door.

"But Sus-"

"Goodbye." I said as I slammed the door in her face and locked it.

That was the first thing I had done for myself in over a year. And it felt good.

I decided that I needed a good hot bath to relax my muscles. So I went into the bathroom and started filling up the tub.

I got undressed slowly because of my broken rib. When I was completely undressed I looked at my back in the mirror.

The bruise was awful. Then I turned around and looked at my face. My right cheek was becoming a slight purple.

I would have to cover that up nicely before I went to work the next day.

But I could do that easily. Practice makes perfect after all.

I got into the bath slowly. Letting the hot water wash away everything that was bothering me.

I just laid in the water for thirty minutes. Then I washed my hair and got out.

I dried myself off and put my nightgown on. It was a creamed color with thin straps and went to a little above my knees.

It was my only silk nightgown. Lucy gave it to me for Christmas one year. It was the nicest gift I had ever gotten in this world.

I left the bathroom and then went into the bedroom. I sat down at my vanity and started brushing my hair.

While I was doing that I started to think about what I was going to do with Bradley's things.

I wasn't going to let him have them so I needed to get rid of them.

I got up and went to the closet. I got all of his clothes and threw them on the floor.

After I got all of his belongings, I took them into the den. I went over to the fire place and lit a fire.

I had burned all of his possessions expect for one.

His fur coat.

I was never allowed to even touch it. So I put it on. It was a nice coat. Reminded me of the ones that were in the wardrobe.

I couldn't burn that coat. I knew that much.

I put the coat down and went to get my robe. After I put my robe on I went outside and down the street a little.

I knew Ralf could use this coat when it became winter.

Ralf was a sweet homeless man. He was always so kind to me.

I found him right where he always was around this time. Sitting in an ally way.

When he saw me coming he stood up. I smiled and handed him the coat.

"Isn't this Bradley's miss Susan?" he asked as he looked at the coat that he was now holding.

"It was. But now it is your's." I said as I started to turn around.

"But won't he be missing it?" he asked.

"Yes but it doesn't matter. I'm never going to see him again. And besides, I know you could use it." I said with a smile.

"Well thank you miss Susan. And I have to say that I'm glad that he won't be in your life anymore. You deserve much better." he said as he sat back down.

"Thank you Ralf." I said with a wave.

"No, thank you!" He said as he waved back.

I went back to my flat and to the bedroom. I disrobed and sat on the bed.

I leaned forward and put my face in my hands.

I had cried all my tears, but I couldn't stop a small dry sob from escaping my lips as I thought about my life. What was I going to do without Bradley? Sadly, I wasn't sure if I could make it without him.

Then I felt a cool breeze pass by. I gasped at the sudden gentle wind as it blew my long hair to the right of me. I quickly uncovered my eyes and looked to see if the window was open, but the window wasn't there.

I looked around quickly and saw tall trees surrounding me. I was now on a cool, damp ground.

I could only think one thing.

Oh no, not this...not again.

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