Author's Note: Another chapter worked on by the three of us, I hope you
like it ... well, not the content, but the way it's written ... you know
what I mean ...
Chapter 26: Last Phone Call?
Heather had been in the living room for about an hour and she couldn't sleep, sighing she stood up and went into the kitchen. She debated on if she wanted to eat or call Rae, before she knew it, she picked the phone up and dialed Rae's number. She waited and Rae finally picked up, "Sup?" "Hey, Rae." Heather said softly. "Chica, are you okay," Rae yelled into the phone. "Yes Rae, I'm fine." Heather lied. Rae cocked her eyebrow and looked at Amanda, "Don't bullshit me." Heather sighed. "No. It hurts." She started to cry. "What hurts?! What the fuck did he do to you now," she screamed, getting really pissed off at Brock. "Chica, hold on a sec," she sighed. "Ok," Heather replied. Raechel turned on the speaker phone, "Now, what the fuck did he do to you," she asked again, more calmly due to the look Amanda was giving her. Rae paced the room, thinking, "What did he fuckin do?" "He tried to choke me to death, twice." "He did what," all four yelled at the same time. "Yeah," Heather cried. "And he said I..." "Heather, please I'm begging you, get out of there. If you won't do it for us, do it for the baby,"Amanda begged. "There will be no baby." "What the fuck do you mean, there will be no baby," Amanda asked, getting as pissed as Rae. "He said I'm gonna get an abortion." Rae growled and punched the wall again, this time her fist going through it, "That's fuckin it, 50 fuckin times! I swear to God!" Heather sighed heavily, "And I agreed." "Heather Michelle. Don't you dare. You get to that doctor, and tell him that Brock is forcing you, and ask him to help you," Amanda yelled, from across the room. Heather put her head in her hand as she talked. "I can't. He is going to be pissed, he already said I cheated on him." "How the fuck could you cheat on him," Rae screamed as she ran her busted hand under the water out of the sink faucet. "Ask him." Heather tried to laugh. "Who does he think it is? John's," Amanda asked, half joking, causing Rae to shoot her a dirty look, and John to choke on the sip of beer he took. "Guys?" Heather laughed. "No, anyway, can, uh. Never mind." "Nothing, my mind was speaking." Rae froze and looked around, "Shut up a sec." "What Rae," Randy whispered. Rae put her finger to her lips and walked over to the phone. She looked down at it hard and then whispered into Amanda's ear, "He's listenin to us." "Holy fuckin shit," Amanda tried not to shout, but ended up doing just that. Rae looked at her with a harsh look, "God damn it Amanda." Heather's voice grew loud, "What guys?" 'Sorry,' Amanda mouthed, as she went to tell the guys what Rae said. Heather grew impatient, "YO! Tell me, what's going on?" "Nothin girl," Amanda lied. "Rae thought she saw a deer on the property or something." Amanda tried to explain, hoping it didn't sound as stupid as she thought. Rae rolled her eyes, "Yeah, on the fuckin beach, oh look there goes another one! Jump Bambi!" Heather laughed, "Rae?" "Yeah?" "I wanna leave." Heather said quietly. Rae smacked her forehead, "I know chica." "I can't stay here." Heather cried. "See, that's how you do that," Randy said, laughing at his girlfriend. "I know chica." Rae looked back at him, "Shut the fuck up!" "Come get me," Heather asked quietly. Rae looked back at Amanda, 'shit' she mouthed. Amanda got up to go outside to yell the list of profanities she had built up. Randy followed her, while John went to stand next to Rae. "I know he'll be pissed, and right now, I don't give a fuck." "Chica?" "What?" Rae swallowed, praying that Heather would understand, "Not now." "Why? What's wrong? It's not like the dick head can hear me." Heather laughed. Rae laughed weakly, "Yeah, uh, I dunno what I was thinkin." John sighed and shook his head. "Fucking son of a fucking cock sucking bitch," Amanda could be heard yelling outside. "What's wrong with her," Heather asked amused. Rae sighed, "She's PMSing, you know Amanda." Heather laughed, but she stopped quickly when she looked up. "Oh, shit." She whispered. "What's wrong," Rae's voice grew loud and urgent. "No, chica, what's wrong, fuckin tell me," she screamed as John held her back. She seemed like she was trying to go through the phone. "Rae, I love ya'll, bye." "Heather, God damn it," she cried. "I'm sorry, Rae Rae." Brock's voice came through the phone. "That god damn son of a bitch needs to fucking die, and fucking burn in hell. I don't care if Heather ever thought she loved him. I want that fuckin pussy ass bitch dead," Amanda yelled, as she came back into the house, and heard Brock. Rae started screaming, "You sick fuckin asshole! Leave her alone!" "Not gonna happen." Brock laughed coldly. "You heartless fuckin bastard! You'll fuckin burn for this shit!" "What if this was your sister, or your mom," Amanda yelled. "You wouldn't want them to go through this," she finished, as Randy just held onto her. "Screw ya'll." Brock said starring a hole through Heather. He mouthed 'your dead' to her. "Brock, you fuck! I'm gonna fuckin kill you and leave your ass out for the fuckin dogs," Raechel screamed, thoroughly pissed off. "Fuck you Lesnar. I hope that Satan has a sharp ass pitch fork for you," Randy said, not able to keep his cool any longer. Brock yawned. "I have no time for your shit, girls." "Then you've got fuckin time for us you worthless piece of shit," John screamed as he held onto Rae. "Yea yea. Bye bye." "God damn it Brock, leave her alone," John yelled into the phone. "Lesnar, damn it. Let Heather go. You don't care about her or the baby. Why does it matter so fucking much if you have her? Go get your fuckin slut Rena back. I'm sure she's still open," Randy growled. Brock was going to hang the phone up, then he put it back to his ear. "Now, why would I wanna do that?" He asked as he sat on Heather's lap. She tried to push him, but he didn't budge. "I know we've asked this already, but what in the fuckin hell did she ever do to you? She did nothing but love you, and this is how you treat her. You are nothing but a fuckin slime," Randy said, wishing somehow they could get through the phone and get Heather back. Brock grinned, "Ya know? All this trash talking about me puts Heather in bigger trouble. And damn it, I'm not scared to hurt the bitch." "Brock," Rae begged, "don't do this to her." Brock laughed. "Ok, I wont, NOT!" "You sick fuckin piece of fuckin shit," she screamed as she slammed her hands down on the table, "God damn it!" "Rae, calm down please. You aren't helping Heather right now," Amanda said, trying to calm herself and Rae down. "Mad Rae?" Brock grinned. "What did I do?" "When I fuckin find you, and believe me, I will, when I do, you're a fuckin dead man," she threatened more calmly. "And, Heather's a dead girl," Brock laughed. "You better listen to your friend, Rae." Raechel fell onto her knees and started sobbing. "Brock, come on. Let Heather go, and you'll never have to hear from any of us ever again," Amanda pleaded, with the monster threatening their friend. "Nope, when are ya'll gonna give up? I'll tell ya what..." "Ah, never mind." Brock said grinning, he stood up and grabbed Heather by her hair. Rae started crying uncontrollably as John held her tightly and looked up at Randy. "God damn it. We aren't going to just give up Lesnar," Amanda yelled, knowing that she was doing the one thing she begged Rae not to do. "I don't think she'd go with ya'll, she loves me too much." Rae pushed John away, "No she fuckin doesn't!" "Ask her." "Fuck you Brock. I hope you fuckin rot in jail, then in hell. She doesn't love you. You've turned into a fuckin monster, that none of us even know anymore," Randy yelled, as Amanda started pacing again. "Fuck jail, he's going straight to Hell," Raechel screamed into the phone. "No wait. I want him to go to fuckin prison. Let them boys rough him up a little bit, especially when they find out he tried to fuckin kill his un born baby." Amanda yelled, from the living room. "It won't be shit to what I'm gonna do to 'im Amanda, you fuckin wait," Rae promised. Brock rolled his eyes. "Tell em bye Heather." He said and held the phone to her ear. Rae's voice dropped, "Chica?" "Yeah," Heather answered, shakily. "Heather, don't worry sweetie. We'll get you back home with us," Amanda said, trying to reassure Heather. "Yeah, Amanda's right, we're gonna get you back, I fuckin swear." "I need to go." "No, God damn it," Rae screamed. "Bye guys." Heather said as tears came down her cheeks. Brock grinned. Then hung the phone up. "Heather, don't hang up," Amanda screamed, as the tears finally started falling. "We love you Heather," Amanda said, as they heard the dial tone. Rae flipped the table over, "That fuck, I'm gonna kill him!" "Son of a fucking bitch," Amanda yelled, as she punched the wall on her way to her room. Rae growled and grabbed the phone off the floor, she went to throw it, but stoped and looked at it thoughtfully.
Brock put the phone down and turned to look at Heather. "You piss me off." His voice was low. Heather looked at the floor as he stood in front of her. "So, you wanna leave?" Heather swallowed nervously, and didn't answer. "ANSWER ME!" He said grabbing her arm roughly. She whimpered and nodded quickly. "Yes," Her answer was silent, she didn't think he heard her. Obviously he did and he hauled back and punched her in the face. Brock watched as she fell to the floor unconscious. He grinned, he didn't regret knocking her out. Hell the bitch deserved it. Satisfied with what he did, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder then when up to his room.
Heather opened her eyes confused, she thought she slept on the sofa. She was sore, really sore, then she realized she was naked. Oh God. Brock done it again. She looked to the right and sure enough he was passed out. She tried to get up, but couldn't, she was handcuffed to the bed. He wrists were starting to get raw and she could see blood. She closed her eyes tightly and wished she was in another place. She felt the bed shift and she opened her eyes to see Brock get up. He looked over at her and she quickly closed her eyes. He rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom. He was in there for a long time, he never left her tied up this long. Finally the bathroom door flew open and he walked out in just a pair of jeans. Heather had to keep her eyes off him, he was a monster, he was a devil that walked the earth. Brock walked over and sat beside her on the bed. She continued to look away from him. "Heather." He said gruffly. She knew that tone, if she didn't look at him he would go off. She turned her head and looked at him. He reached out and she immediately flinched, when she didn't feel an impact she opened her eyes. He rolled his eyes and ran his hand down her face. "If you leave me," He grabbed her chin roughly and made her look at him. "I WILL find you, and seriously hurt you." With that he stood up and went to the door. "Your not gonna untie me?" Heather asked, he turned and looked at her. "Nope." Then he walked out. Heather sighed and looked at the ceiling. She thought about Rae and Amanda as tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to leave, was Brock serious when he said he would find her and hurt her?
Author's Note: DAMN IT! I SERIOUSLY WANNA KILL THAT ASSHOLE! *takes deep breath* ... sorry about that ... anyway, review ...
Chapter 26: Last Phone Call?
Heather had been in the living room for about an hour and she couldn't sleep, sighing she stood up and went into the kitchen. She debated on if she wanted to eat or call Rae, before she knew it, she picked the phone up and dialed Rae's number. She waited and Rae finally picked up, "Sup?" "Hey, Rae." Heather said softly. "Chica, are you okay," Rae yelled into the phone. "Yes Rae, I'm fine." Heather lied. Rae cocked her eyebrow and looked at Amanda, "Don't bullshit me." Heather sighed. "No. It hurts." She started to cry. "What hurts?! What the fuck did he do to you now," she screamed, getting really pissed off at Brock. "Chica, hold on a sec," she sighed. "Ok," Heather replied. Raechel turned on the speaker phone, "Now, what the fuck did he do to you," she asked again, more calmly due to the look Amanda was giving her. Rae paced the room, thinking, "What did he fuckin do?" "He tried to choke me to death, twice." "He did what," all four yelled at the same time. "Yeah," Heather cried. "And he said I..." "Heather, please I'm begging you, get out of there. If you won't do it for us, do it for the baby,"Amanda begged. "There will be no baby." "What the fuck do you mean, there will be no baby," Amanda asked, getting as pissed as Rae. "He said I'm gonna get an abortion." Rae growled and punched the wall again, this time her fist going through it, "That's fuckin it, 50 fuckin times! I swear to God!" Heather sighed heavily, "And I agreed." "Heather Michelle. Don't you dare. You get to that doctor, and tell him that Brock is forcing you, and ask him to help you," Amanda yelled, from across the room. Heather put her head in her hand as she talked. "I can't. He is going to be pissed, he already said I cheated on him." "How the fuck could you cheat on him," Rae screamed as she ran her busted hand under the water out of the sink faucet. "Ask him." Heather tried to laugh. "Who does he think it is? John's," Amanda asked, half joking, causing Rae to shoot her a dirty look, and John to choke on the sip of beer he took. "Guys?" Heather laughed. "No, anyway, can, uh. Never mind." "Nothing, my mind was speaking." Rae froze and looked around, "Shut up a sec." "What Rae," Randy whispered. Rae put her finger to her lips and walked over to the phone. She looked down at it hard and then whispered into Amanda's ear, "He's listenin to us." "Holy fuckin shit," Amanda tried not to shout, but ended up doing just that. Rae looked at her with a harsh look, "God damn it Amanda." Heather's voice grew loud, "What guys?" 'Sorry,' Amanda mouthed, as she went to tell the guys what Rae said. Heather grew impatient, "YO! Tell me, what's going on?" "Nothin girl," Amanda lied. "Rae thought she saw a deer on the property or something." Amanda tried to explain, hoping it didn't sound as stupid as she thought. Rae rolled her eyes, "Yeah, on the fuckin beach, oh look there goes another one! Jump Bambi!" Heather laughed, "Rae?" "Yeah?" "I wanna leave." Heather said quietly. Rae smacked her forehead, "I know chica." "I can't stay here." Heather cried. "See, that's how you do that," Randy said, laughing at his girlfriend. "I know chica." Rae looked back at him, "Shut the fuck up!" "Come get me," Heather asked quietly. Rae looked back at Amanda, 'shit' she mouthed. Amanda got up to go outside to yell the list of profanities she had built up. Randy followed her, while John went to stand next to Rae. "I know he'll be pissed, and right now, I don't give a fuck." "Chica?" "What?" Rae swallowed, praying that Heather would understand, "Not now." "Why? What's wrong? It's not like the dick head can hear me." Heather laughed. Rae laughed weakly, "Yeah, uh, I dunno what I was thinkin." John sighed and shook his head. "Fucking son of a fucking cock sucking bitch," Amanda could be heard yelling outside. "What's wrong with her," Heather asked amused. Rae sighed, "She's PMSing, you know Amanda." Heather laughed, but she stopped quickly when she looked up. "Oh, shit." She whispered. "What's wrong," Rae's voice grew loud and urgent. "No, chica, what's wrong, fuckin tell me," she screamed as John held her back. She seemed like she was trying to go through the phone. "Rae, I love ya'll, bye." "Heather, God damn it," she cried. "I'm sorry, Rae Rae." Brock's voice came through the phone. "That god damn son of a bitch needs to fucking die, and fucking burn in hell. I don't care if Heather ever thought she loved him. I want that fuckin pussy ass bitch dead," Amanda yelled, as she came back into the house, and heard Brock. Rae started screaming, "You sick fuckin asshole! Leave her alone!" "Not gonna happen." Brock laughed coldly. "You heartless fuckin bastard! You'll fuckin burn for this shit!" "What if this was your sister, or your mom," Amanda yelled. "You wouldn't want them to go through this," she finished, as Randy just held onto her. "Screw ya'll." Brock said starring a hole through Heather. He mouthed 'your dead' to her. "Brock, you fuck! I'm gonna fuckin kill you and leave your ass out for the fuckin dogs," Raechel screamed, thoroughly pissed off. "Fuck you Lesnar. I hope that Satan has a sharp ass pitch fork for you," Randy said, not able to keep his cool any longer. Brock yawned. "I have no time for your shit, girls." "Then you've got fuckin time for us you worthless piece of shit," John screamed as he held onto Rae. "Yea yea. Bye bye." "God damn it Brock, leave her alone," John yelled into the phone. "Lesnar, damn it. Let Heather go. You don't care about her or the baby. Why does it matter so fucking much if you have her? Go get your fuckin slut Rena back. I'm sure she's still open," Randy growled. Brock was going to hang the phone up, then he put it back to his ear. "Now, why would I wanna do that?" He asked as he sat on Heather's lap. She tried to push him, but he didn't budge. "I know we've asked this already, but what in the fuckin hell did she ever do to you? She did nothing but love you, and this is how you treat her. You are nothing but a fuckin slime," Randy said, wishing somehow they could get through the phone and get Heather back. Brock grinned, "Ya know? All this trash talking about me puts Heather in bigger trouble. And damn it, I'm not scared to hurt the bitch." "Brock," Rae begged, "don't do this to her." Brock laughed. "Ok, I wont, NOT!" "You sick fuckin piece of fuckin shit," she screamed as she slammed her hands down on the table, "God damn it!" "Rae, calm down please. You aren't helping Heather right now," Amanda said, trying to calm herself and Rae down. "Mad Rae?" Brock grinned. "What did I do?" "When I fuckin find you, and believe me, I will, when I do, you're a fuckin dead man," she threatened more calmly. "And, Heather's a dead girl," Brock laughed. "You better listen to your friend, Rae." Raechel fell onto her knees and started sobbing. "Brock, come on. Let Heather go, and you'll never have to hear from any of us ever again," Amanda pleaded, with the monster threatening their friend. "Nope, when are ya'll gonna give up? I'll tell ya what..." "Ah, never mind." Brock said grinning, he stood up and grabbed Heather by her hair. Rae started crying uncontrollably as John held her tightly and looked up at Randy. "God damn it. We aren't going to just give up Lesnar," Amanda yelled, knowing that she was doing the one thing she begged Rae not to do. "I don't think she'd go with ya'll, she loves me too much." Rae pushed John away, "No she fuckin doesn't!" "Ask her." "Fuck you Brock. I hope you fuckin rot in jail, then in hell. She doesn't love you. You've turned into a fuckin monster, that none of us even know anymore," Randy yelled, as Amanda started pacing again. "Fuck jail, he's going straight to Hell," Raechel screamed into the phone. "No wait. I want him to go to fuckin prison. Let them boys rough him up a little bit, especially when they find out he tried to fuckin kill his un born baby." Amanda yelled, from the living room. "It won't be shit to what I'm gonna do to 'im Amanda, you fuckin wait," Rae promised. Brock rolled his eyes. "Tell em bye Heather." He said and held the phone to her ear. Rae's voice dropped, "Chica?" "Yeah," Heather answered, shakily. "Heather, don't worry sweetie. We'll get you back home with us," Amanda said, trying to reassure Heather. "Yeah, Amanda's right, we're gonna get you back, I fuckin swear." "I need to go." "No, God damn it," Rae screamed. "Bye guys." Heather said as tears came down her cheeks. Brock grinned. Then hung the phone up. "Heather, don't hang up," Amanda screamed, as the tears finally started falling. "We love you Heather," Amanda said, as they heard the dial tone. Rae flipped the table over, "That fuck, I'm gonna kill him!" "Son of a fucking bitch," Amanda yelled, as she punched the wall on her way to her room. Rae growled and grabbed the phone off the floor, she went to throw it, but stoped and looked at it thoughtfully.
Brock put the phone down and turned to look at Heather. "You piss me off." His voice was low. Heather looked at the floor as he stood in front of her. "So, you wanna leave?" Heather swallowed nervously, and didn't answer. "ANSWER ME!" He said grabbing her arm roughly. She whimpered and nodded quickly. "Yes," Her answer was silent, she didn't think he heard her. Obviously he did and he hauled back and punched her in the face. Brock watched as she fell to the floor unconscious. He grinned, he didn't regret knocking her out. Hell the bitch deserved it. Satisfied with what he did, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder then when up to his room.
Heather opened her eyes confused, she thought she slept on the sofa. She was sore, really sore, then she realized she was naked. Oh God. Brock done it again. She looked to the right and sure enough he was passed out. She tried to get up, but couldn't, she was handcuffed to the bed. He wrists were starting to get raw and she could see blood. She closed her eyes tightly and wished she was in another place. She felt the bed shift and she opened her eyes to see Brock get up. He looked over at her and she quickly closed her eyes. He rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom. He was in there for a long time, he never left her tied up this long. Finally the bathroom door flew open and he walked out in just a pair of jeans. Heather had to keep her eyes off him, he was a monster, he was a devil that walked the earth. Brock walked over and sat beside her on the bed. She continued to look away from him. "Heather." He said gruffly. She knew that tone, if she didn't look at him he would go off. She turned her head and looked at him. He reached out and she immediately flinched, when she didn't feel an impact she opened her eyes. He rolled his eyes and ran his hand down her face. "If you leave me," He grabbed her chin roughly and made her look at him. "I WILL find you, and seriously hurt you." With that he stood up and went to the door. "Your not gonna untie me?" Heather asked, he turned and looked at her. "Nope." Then he walked out. Heather sighed and looked at the ceiling. She thought about Rae and Amanda as tears rolled down her cheeks. She wanted to leave, was Brock serious when he said he would find her and hurt her?
Author's Note: DAMN IT! I SERIOUSLY WANNA KILL THAT ASSHOLE! *takes deep breath* ... sorry about that ... anyway, review ...