Fallen Angel

By: Rogue21493

Disclaimer: Brandy, Harley and Charlie are mine! MUAHAHAHAHA! LOL

A/N: ENJOY:D

A Beating

"So, you don't know what the project is?" Brandy asked Reid after class.

Reid shook his head, making his blond hair move. "No, I was actually asleep."

Brandy rolled her eyes. She was about to go ask the professor but Tyler came up to them then.

"Hey, man. What's the project?" Reid asked Tyler.

Tyler shook his head. "We're getting babies."

"What?!" Reid asked.

Brandy shook her head. "Fake babies?" she asked.

Tyler nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh great." Reid groaned.

Brandy rolled her eyes at Reid. She glanced at the paper in her hand. "What's this for then?"

"Letting the people who live at home with parents to let them know what's going on and also what to expect when we get the babies tomorrow." Tyler explained.

"Okay then. Later." Brandy said, shoving the paper in her bag and heading off to go to her next class.

"Hey, don't forget you have to sit next to your partner! You know, Reid!" Tyler yelled after her.

Brandy waved her hand in a dismissive manner as she walked to her next class.

"I'm going to fail." Reid groaned.

"Not if you work hard." Tyler said.

Reid just gave him a look. Reid Garwin not work hard? Ha! Reid Garwin always worked hard! Well, maybe not at school but he did at something!

Brandy was happy when class ended. Her father would be leaving the next morning which meant that he'd be to busy working on the finishing touches of his project and packing to bother her and her mother.

Brandy drove back to her house and went in quietly, hoping not to set her father off. She trailed up to her room.

Her room was like any other room but it was hers. Her escape from the real world.

The walls where like a chess board. Two black walls facing each other and two white walls facing each other, so it went, black, white, black and then white. Her bed was up against one wall (black). The walls held posters for bands/singers she liked. Nickelback, Green Day, Godsmack, Good Charlotte, Avril Lavigne, Drowning Pool, 3 Days Grace and others.

There was a desk in her room, a bed side table, a book case, a closet and all that normal bed room shit.

Brandy changed out of her school clothes and into a pair of loose fitting sweats, a tee shirt for Metallica and a black hoodie with a dark blue sun on it, with red flames swirling around it. She allowed her hair to fall into her face as she went downstairs for a drink.

She noticed a note from her mom on the counter.

Brandy,

Had to go to store and check in at work. Should be home by 7. 7:30 at the latest. Please start supper by 5:30. Just start up the soup. I love you. Be good for your father dear.

Love,

Mom

Brandy rolled her eyes. Be good for that asshole? Yeah, she would be, but only cause she didn't want a ass whopping.

Brandy pulled out a bottle of Orange juice and started to drink it, shutting the fridge with her foot. She was fixing to go back to her room when her father stepped into the room.

The way his eyes blazed said everything she needed to know. He was pissed and was looking for something or someone to hit.

Brandy stood there frozen with the top of her drink at her lips.

Charlie looked at his daughter and started toward her. He backhanded her, knocking the drink out of her hand.

Brandy's head snapped with the hit. She grabbed the counter for support.

Charlie grabbed her hair and pulled her up and made her look at him. "You fucking little bitch." he growled.

Brandy didn't say anything, in fear of being of hit.

Charlie didn't care if she talked or not. But he rather her be quiet just in case someone stopped by.

Charlie threw her down to the ground, knocking the wind out of her. Brandy gasped.

Charlie kicked her hard in the chest and was happy to hear the crack of a rib of her ribs breaking. Hopefully more then one. He kicked her again and again for a whole minute, breaking more ribs. He then kicked her three times hard in the stomach.

Brandy held back cries of pain, as he kicked her. But she couldn't stop the tears running down her face.

Charlie yanked Brandy up by her hair and pushed her against the counter. He then punched her in the mouth. Brandy would of fallen but grabbed herself, wincing from the pain it caused in her chest.

Charlie grabbed Brandy's chin and made her look at him. "You fucking little whore." he growled. "Want to know why I'm so angry? Hmm?"

Brandy didn't say anything. Wrong move. Charlie punched her in the ribs, making her wince.

"Well, tell me you little slut!" Charlie ordered.

"I don't know, sir." Brandy gasped.

"It's because my fucking job is a bitch! It's because you are as useless as your mother!" Charlie said.

Brandy held back a gasp of pain from breathing.

Charlie punched her again in the mouth and then threw her to the ground. "Clean this up." he ordered, talking about the mess.

There was blood on the floor from Brandy bleeding from her now busted lip and there was orange juice from her drink.

Charlie gave her one kick to her legs and then her head before walking out of the room.

Brandy laid there for a second, trying to gather herself, but it was useless from the pain she felt. She pushed her self up, grabbed some paper towels and tried to clean up. By the time she was able to clean it all up and make sure there was no blood, it was 5:25.

She started the soup slowly and then went back up to her room, trying to ignore the pain. She stepped into the bathroom that was connected to her room and grabbed the bottle of Advil she kept there just in case. She grabbed four and swallowed them without any water. She went to her bed, crawled onto it and tried to lay in a way not to hurt her ribs.

A few hours later when her mom was home, she helped her wrap up her ribs, trying to lessen the pain. Harley gave her something to help her go to sleep. Brandy went to sleep after managing to eat a few bites of soup.

What she didn't know right then was that a bet was being made about her.

At Nicky's

Aaron glared at Reid as he grabbed the money. Reid had just beaten him...again.

Aaron was trying to come up with a idea of a way to get not only his money back but his pride. It then struck him. He was in Reid's Home Ec class and knew who his partner was.

Aaron smirked. It'd be funny to see Reid get turned down by a girl.

"What you smirking at Abbot?" Reid asked.

Aaron looked at Reid. "A idea if you will. Well, more like a bet."

"What kind?" Reid asked, suspiciously.

Aaron's smirk grew. "You have to get your Home Ec partner to sleep with you within the two weeks of the project."

Reid thought over the bet. Who'd wouldn't sleep with him? He nodded. "Alright. You got a bet Abbot. What's the wager?"

Aaron thought about it. "If you win, I'll say your better then me and that I'm a loser, in front of the whole school at the assembly at the end of the month. If I win, you do the same."

Reid nodded. There was no way he could lose. "Fine."

The two boys shook on it, before starting up another game.

A/N: Uh oh...this is gonna be trouble.