Chapter 25

Brad was trying to rack his brain; he really didn't know where to start. All of a sudden within a few short hours his life seemed all upside down and it appeared, now that the more he thought about it, that Lana wasn't who she appeared to be. That t-shirt she wore, constantly, every God damned night since he met her, had a lot to answer for. Picked it up at some yard sale, my ass! He fumed. He knew there was something fishy about it.

Walking into his apartment he could smell Lana's cooking. Storming into the kitchen he saw her at the sink and low and behold she was wearing that fucking t-shirt. Without even registering his rage he flew up behind her and yanked back her hair. Pushing his hips into her butt he cocked her head to the side as she screamed with fright.

"I'm gonna ask you one more time, where the fuck did you get this t-shirt from?"

Lana was in complete shock, she hadn't even heard Brad come in. She had music on and was bopping away in the kitchen preparing their meal when her hair was practically ripped from her skull, she could tell immediately that it wasn't a sexy come on because the grip was all wrong. Happy knew how to fist her hair into his hands; Brad had never mastered the turn on, and had never really shown interest in doing it.

"I-I t-told you Brad, I picked it from a yard sale when I first came to town. It's where I met Lyla." Lana lied through her teeth and for the life of her she couldn't fathom why she felt the need to lie. Suddenly, looking at Brad's chiselled and clinched jaw, she understood why she hadn't opened up to Brad, he was a mean motherfucker and her gut instincts kept her wits about her.

Brad's eyes lit up, he pulled her away from the sink and shoved her on a chair near their dining table. He noted that Lana looked flustered and out of sorts, it reminded him of his mother. She always looked like a deer in headlights when his father knocked ten shades of shit out of her every Sunday afternoon.

"Which reminds me…I've never actually asked you where you come from?" he pondered.

"I come from San Diego. I thought I'd told you that Brad." Lana huffed out; actually realising she'd never actually told him where she came from. Naturally she lied through her teeth again, and still not understanding the reasons for it.

Like a blinding light she squint her eyes open and shut, open and shut as she tried to adjust to her blurry vision as she fell to the floor. Brad slapped her with the palm of his hand, it wasn't that hard, she'd been hit harder and remembered sorely all the times she'd been back handed which they all hurt, but none worse than when Happy hit her.

Taking a step back he looked down at Lana, laid up on her side with her face turned away from him and holding her cheek. Something sick moved through Brad's veins and he was oddly aware that he was enjoying this. He had promised himself that he'd never touch a woman again since his last relationship but hitting Lana brought back the thrilling buzz he got from doing it. He found himself searching for reasons in his mind so he could do it again.

"Brad…stop" Lana squealed, looking sharply into his eyes, pleading with him. He hadn't hit her again, but she could see in his stance that he was itching to do it one more time.

"I don't believe you Lana. I think that shirt has more to answer for than you're letting on. I don't wanna hurt you Lana but you're giving me no choice."

"Fine, fine… take it, take the damn shirt" Lana sat up straight and whipped the t-shirt off over her head and chucked it at him, more angry at herself for having kept it for so damn long.

She was naked underneath, except for her lacy panties. Her breasts were pert and her nipples stood erect. Brad licked his lips at the sight of them, all fleshy and pink. He held up the t-shirt in his hands and stretched it as long as it would go, twisting it around and around so it was like a tort rope. Flipping the t-shirt up, he wrapped it around the back of Lana's neck and pulled up. She stumbled upward and onto her flat feet, her breasts wobbled as she placed her hands on his stomach to stop herself from falling into him.

Whether she could control it or not, Lana had no dignity… she was turned on. She'd never seen Brad like this before. Yes sure her face stung from his slap but the sting was fading already and she found her bottom lip hanging low, almost begging him to kiss her. Lana's senses were aflame, realising that unfortunately if Brad took her right now, it would probably be the best sex she'd had with him. She was now contemplating why she was even with him. Oh yea I remember… his money, I'd give anything for him to be successful so he can take us both away from this hell hole and live the life in Hollywood or some shit, a girl can still dream!

Brad saw her posture change and her chest heaving. Shit, she wants me to have sex with her, like now, what a fucked up slut! Under impulse Brad slapped her breast and she yelped, confirming his thoughts, she really did want him to take her now even after he'd hit her. Looking at eye level with her, because she had always been the same height as him, he had wished she was shorter but some you win, some you lose.

"You think I wanna take you here?" Brad asked, his tone sounding not at all seductive, it was more with disgust.

Lana was stuck and quite honestly a little confused. Why wouldn't he want to stamp his authority all over her, isn't that what a man loved to do?

"ANSWER ME?" Brad shouted, a little out of character for him.

"Yes…yes I want you to… don't you want to?" Lana asked, still panting, turned on that he was shouting at her.

Brad thought differently, instead of being aroused he was angered that he wasn't aroused. What was wrong with him? She was topless and her breasts looked delicious but all he could think about was hitting her again. The image of his father beating his mother was fresh in his mind, and he found that the more he thought of his father hurting his mother the more he pulled on Lana's hair. I hate my fucking father, asshole almost killed my mother!

Lana cried now as Brad's grip of her hair was spiteful and it felt like strands were actually being pulled out. Her nipples retracted and she was no longer turned on, she actually started to fight with his grip, mumbling with herself to get him off her.

Brad heard Lana's cries but instead of seizing his tight hold, his dick twitched at the excitement of her pain. What the fuck is wrong with me, I'm turning into my father. Shit, he must have felt like this with my mother…Christ if I could just get Lana to cry one more time, I think I'd shoot my load!

A dull thud was heard as Brad pushed at Lana's neck, slamming her into the floor, her hands shielding her face as she cried out.

Brad walked out of the room to his study. He needed to take a break, needed to figure out what fucked up feelings he was having. Couldn't understand why his body reacted the way it did when he hurt Lana. He'd never thought about hitting her, it just kinda happened. Like a reflex built into his genes or some shit.

Lana clawed her way up the kitchen units; she frantically looked around and found what she was looking for. Bending down with a moan of pain, her body resisting her efforts to carry on as normal, she picked up the t-shirt and held it to her flat stomach. What the hell just happened, am I really that much of a bitch to him that he'd want to beat me? Slipping the t-shirt on, back over her head she walked to the bathroom.

Brad's anger seethed as he looked at his computer screen. He'd been in his office for over an hour and had left Lana in the kitchen. He wondered briefly whether she'd still actually be sprawled on the floor, that image in his mind made him smile.

When he'd got into his office he called his friend David Hale and asked for a favour which he kindly obliged. Now Brad was staring at his computer screen, just wondering where exactly he went wrong. How could he have gotten Lana all wrong?

Hale had provided the results for the name check on Lana May and now Brad was looking at them with wide eyes. The details told him that Lana was a straight A student from Tacoma Community College, she'd lived in Tacoma all her life and was born Lana Jane May. The records also showed that she'd done a few days in jail after assaulting another woman. The few days she done in the county police station seemed to be under a different name, she was called Lana Labrava then, but it looked like a few years later she was back to being Lana Jane May. The name change incited irreconcilable differences. Shit, she was married? Brad almost choked. Who the fuck is this woman? Brad was too angry to read any further, without second guessing it he shoved his seat back and stormed out of the office in search of Lana.

He found Lana, standing in front of the bathroom mirror inspecting her bruised cheek.

"Who exactly are you?" Brad raged. "… you ain't from San Diego."

"Brad, let me explain…"

Before he gave her the chance, before he even wanted to give her the chance he lunged forward and gripped hold of the back of her head. With no remorse he smashed her face into the mirror, causing the tiniest of cracks to form and a slight dribble of blood to trickle down the mirror.

"Bitch…maybe this will remind you, NOT TO FUCK WITH ME"

Lana sloped down to the floor, hitting her chin on the sink as she did so. Her head throbbed and she tried not to think too hard but couldn't help trying to decipher why Brad was acting like this. Just as she was about to speak, her words came out mumbled and she blacked out.

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