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Chapter 6: Killing and Kissing

Bradin was confused. He didn't think that her old boyfriend would have anything to do with her accident but then he thought. And then he wished he hadn't.

"You think it was Keith who hit you?" Bradin asked, confirming his suspicion. Brianna nodded. "Brianna, I don't know what…"

"You just called me Brianna…You never call me that…"

"Well, I kinda have a lot to process right now. Can you blame me?" Bradin asked. Brianna sighed.

"Sometimes, I can't believe it myself. I wonder how I did this in my life. All of it was a mistake. Well, let me finish the story."

"Hey baby," Keith said, sneaking up on me; startling me. I sighed, not liking him at all. He kissed my neck softly, as if nothing had happened. "Want to go eat something."

I was pissed and didn't feel like it. My mouth got the best of me. "With you? I don't want to do anything with you! Except maybe slap you!"

"Come on, I just wanted some easy pleasure and you have to made it hard. So, I made it hard," Keith said to me. I wanted to take a knife and slash his pretty boy face. "Just don't protest the next time I want something."

"Ha, that doesn't work on me! If you hadn't noticed, I'm not some blonde bimbo like you'd want me to be! I don't give my body to you whenever I feel like it and it stops here! If you can't respect my wishes, and I don't know what's gotten into you, then I refuse to even acknowledge your!" I started to walk away, satisfied with the shrewd speech. But he pulled me back.

"Listen to me, bitch. You do what I want, when I want, or you're gonna find out the hard way what happens when I get pissed off! Do you understand me?" he said, squeezing my arm tightly. I cringed at how tight his hand was gripped around my arm. I shoved it off and rubbed where he grabbed to sooth it. It was already a dark red and turning blue. He noticed my facial expression, which was set on anger, I guess. He slapped me.

"Do you understand?" he repeated.

"Yeah," I mumbled. He walked away from me to leave me crying.

Over the next couple of weeks I tried not to make him mad and did as told but soon it got worse and I ended up with bruises on my face and arms. I know this may sound like the typical story of a teenage girl but he was crazy, literally. One moment he would be so nice to me and then two seconds later he'd just hit me for no reason. He said because I wasn't kissing him the right way or my hands weren't in the right spot.

Later that year, my mom found a bruise on my arm then I forgot and took off my shawl. She found out everything and turned him into the Martin's Mental Institution for testing. Here it was that he had some kind of blocking to the brain that made him think that one moment he was supposed to be mean because it was right and the other when he was supposed to be really nice. I forget what it was called but the full explanation was complicated.

"So, if he's in a mental institution, then he couldn't have been the one who hit you," Bradin stated.

"He got out two days before I was hit. I checked with the doctors after the accident. I knew his car and suspected that it was him. I didn't want to risk him finding me if the police let out news that a mental patient was on the loose. I figured if nothing else happened then to let it go. And I did because nothing else has happened yet. I just wanted you to know the whole story before I made a big mistake," Brianna choked out.

"I understand," Bradin said, pulling her in for a hug. He let her go after a short minute. "Thank you for telling me the truth."

"Yeah."

"Do you want anything else to eat?" Keith asked to Mrs. Conner. She shook her head. He nodded. "Alright then. I'll put it away for later then. So, do you want to play a game?"

"Sure, Keith," she said. "What do you want to play?"

"How about…" he paused. His eyes weren't showing the same person again. "A pain game. See how much pain you can endure before passing out!"

Betty thought for a long time before this and wasn't really sure how she should handle the situation before but now she was sure. "Go ahead."

"What? What did you say, bitch? Don't you ever get cocky with me! Maybe I just might kill you now! Bradin is always around the corner. I never really thought to kill him because that would cause way too much suspicion. But if I really have to…well, let's not push buttons. Do you want to die and waste time with Bradin. Because I assure you, you'll see then both soon…On the other side."

The bell rang for 7th period and everyone rushed to their classroom's. Bradin stayed behind, knowing that he just had study hall. Brianna was in Trig, being bored to death. Bradin walked until he found the right locker. He waited for a good ten minutes. Someone walked up to him and placed their hand on his shoulder.

"So, 6:00 tonight, right? I want the night to go perfect," Bradin said.

"I get what you mean. Yeah, 6:00. But don't be late, Bradin. The offer is only opened for a short time and I don't wait forever for guys. I can get anything I want. So, you hurry and get there," Isabelle said. Since the problems that Isabelle created last year, Bradin kept his distance but this occasion was urgent.

"I can't wait," Bradin said and walked away.

Bradin's cell phone rang and he answered it. "Hello?"

"Hi," Brianna said through the phone.

"Hi babe. What's up?" he coughed.

"Nothing, but something with you…Are you getting sick?" she asked concerned.

"I don't know but I haven't been feeling too good lately. Maybe I'm getting a cold," Bradin said calmly.

"Oh, do you want me to come over and take care of you?" Brianna said, raising an eyebrow.

"Nah," Bradin said and coughed again. "It's just a cold. I'll be fine. I don't want you getting sick, too. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Yeah," she said disappointed. "I love you."

"I love you too. Bye babe," Bradin said and hung up his phone. "Now it's time to leave. I have someone to find."

Brianna sat on her bed thinking about Bradin and how he was feeling. "This is sooo boring..." she sighed. She looked at the ceiling in boredom. She tapped her fingers on the couch arm and began to get ansy. "Screw it, I'm going over anyway."

She got up, locked the door and left for Bradin's house. It only took a little over a coupleminutes and she was there ratherquickly. She knocked on the door in anticipation tosee herboyfriend. Ava answered and greeted her warmly. "Hello Brianna. How are you?"

"Hi Ava, I'm fine.How's Bradin?"

"Bradin? I thought Bradin was over your house…That's where he said he was going. Wait, what do you mean 'How's he feeling'?"

"He told me that he was home sick! Just wait until I find him…And he better pray that he can muster a good cough!"

DONE! I have the next chapter finished too so if you wanna read it, I want at least six reviews if it's not too much trouble.