I don't own summerland, it's characters or the beautiful Jesse mccartney aka Bradin Westerly sobs.
Read and hopefully enjoy (AND REVIEW) coz I luv u
Michelle was going through her shelves and cupboard. She was cleansing herself of Bradin. She'd already thrown out a card, some dead flowers and chocolates. She deleted a few photos on her phone and sighed. She felt relaxed and surprisingly well.
"Ring, ring" she heard the doorbell chime.
"Who is it?" she called.
There was no reply. That's strange she thought, cocking her head to the side.
She ran downstairs and opened the door.
Michelle felt strong arms wrap around her body. She looked up to see someone she dreaded.
"Get off me" she screamed to Michael, but he muffled her cries with his hand.
"I told you I'd come back for me, no-one was as good as you baby" he snickered while pushing her onto the lounge. He was twice her size and there was nothing she could do.
"Whwhy are you here?" she screamed, trying to kick him away.
"I'm on the run from the cops in Australia, stole a car, plus the fact I can't get properly laid. Since you've been gone nothing seems to work for me, and you're probably the easiest girl on the planet," he laughed, climbing on top of her.
"Fuck off," she shouted, struggling under his grip.
"I want you now," he hissed.
"No, get off" she struggled more but he just pinned her down tighter. He scratched his nails down her
He started to lift her shirt over her head and fumbled with his own jeans zipper. He crushed his lips against hers and tasted her salty tears. He began to lift up her skirt and pull down her thong.
He was working on his boxers as the doorbell rang again.
"Leave it," commanded Michael.
"Michelle, open up, I'm sorry," she heard Bradin call.
"Quiet" he said to Michelle and continued to take off his boxers.
"Help..," yelled Michelle but she trailed off as he thrust into her. "Ouch, don't"
"Stop, please stop, it hurts" she pleaded but he continued harder and faster.
She gasped in sudden pleasure but still tried to fight him off. She hated to admit it but she was amazed how something so bad could feel so good.
"Bradin, help," she screamed through moans.
Michael hit her across the face. "I told you to be quiet. And anyway, he can't get in, I locked the door."
"I can't can I," they both turned around to see Bradin running in through the hall.
"Get away from her," Bradin snarled, slowly walking towards Michael, who had climbed off Michelle.
Michael swung his fist and hit Bradin in the eye. He fell backwards but quickly got back on his feet.
"Bradin, don't" Michelle started but he had already hit Michael at full speed in the nose.
"Ouch" he yelped as blood dripped out.
"Go now" shouted Bradin.
"Don't think I'm going to go that easy," he said, circling Bradin.
He shouted out in pain again, but it wasn't Bradin who hit him. Michelle had kicked him hard in the crotch.
"I'm going, I'm going" he whimpered, grabbing his clothes and limping for the door.
"Don't ever come near her again," Bradin said protectively of Michelle, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
Michael left and Bradin slammed the door behind him.
"Are you okay baby?" asked Bradin, his eyes lingering towards her chest.
She realised she had no top on and grabbed her shirt.
She looked at him blankly.
"Don't think this means we're back together" she said, looking away.
She wanted him back badly, but was afraid he would hurt her again.
"Look, forget that for now, we need to get you to the hospital," he suggested, noticing the blood stains on her skirt and cuts on her cheek.
"I'm fine…"
"Michelle," he warned
"Okay, okay," I just don't want you to cause a fuss," she groaned.
"Why did you come over anyway?" she asked as he carried her out to his car.
"I wanted to apologise, again" he said.
"I guess I forgive you then."
She hardly spoke on the trip to Playa Linda hospital.
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"What happened?" asked the lady at reception.
"Umm, she was raped," said Bradin, still holding her in his arms.
"Take her in there for examination," the lady said, pointing to a door on their right.
"I'm going to call your parents, and tell them to come," he said, while carrying her in.
"But they're staying at my Aunt's for the weekend, an hour away."
"I'm calling them," said Bradin firmly. " What's they're number?"
"0403 850 396," she mumbled.
"Okay, I'm going to leave you in here, but I'll just be outside in the waiting room," Bradin said, kissing her on the forehead.
She shook him off her angrily and reminded him of what happened a few nights ago.
"I'm going, I'm going" he said, leaving reluctantly.
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"Hello, Tate Flematti speaking."
"Hi, this is Bradin, I'm calling about your daughter."
"What's wrong, are you her boyfriend."
"Kinda. Umm, well she's been raped."
"What!"
"By her ex, I think its Michael."
"Where are you?"
"Playa Linda hospital."
"We'll be there in a flash, this better have nothing to do with you or you'll never speak to Michelle again."
He hung up.
Within an hour Michelle's parents were there.
"Where's our baby?" asked Jennifer.
"In examination." Bradin replied. "She should be out soon though."
As if on cue the doctor walked into the room.
"Are you Miss Flematti's parents?" he asked.
"Yes" they replied.
"She should be fine, she has suffered minor internal bleeding and bruising, but we are going to keep her in overnight for further monitoring. You may go and visit her, but only two at a time."
Her parents went in first and came out half an hour later.
"Look Bradin," her father started. "We may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but I think it would be fine for you to date our daughter. After all you've done for her today."
He took it that Michelle hadn't told them about what happened at the party a few nights ago.
Bradin went into see Michelle.
She had fallen asleep and he didn't want to disturb her.
Bradin looked down at his watch, it was 3am. His family were probably worried sick about him.
"Michelle, I'm gonna go home but I promise I'll be back in the morning," he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.
He tiptoed out of the room and drove home.
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"Where have you been?" Ava whispered angrily. She was sitting on the couch, waiting for him.
"Look, I'm really sorry. Something happened to Michelle," he apologised.
"Who? What happened?"
"Michelle, my umm girlfriend. She got hurt, I took her to the hospital," he said sincerely.
"Why should I believe you? How did she get hurt?"
"Don't worry…"he started.
"BRADIN."
"Her ex came back and abused her," he sighed.
"Is she okay? I guess I'll let you off this one time."
"She should be fine. Thanks Aunt Ava," he said, heading for the stairs.
"But next time ring me," she warned.
"Night, see you in the morning."
Yep, I'm gonna say it again, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers (luv ya sonali) I'm not gonna write much coz I'm tired, like bradin. See, we have so much in common, we should b together!
Read, and yep review. Goodnight, MsMcCartney (only few no my true identity.)