Warning: This story my not be suitable for young readers. At some point in chapters there will be mature content that some parents may not find suitable for their children to read.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I only claim my OC's Ana and Issac and of course the plot

Chapter 26:

Silence. Darkness. It was the only thing keeping her company in the depths of the basement that Brooklyn that put her in. He was more furious than she last remembered. She could tell from the musty smell where she was, because of all the times that his parents had punished her by locking her down into the darkness. The all too familiar feeling was sickening and she wanted to scream, however doing that would only make things worse. Her mouth was already sore from the beating that had been given to her. Clearly his mind had become even more disfigured from the drugs. Licking her lips in hopes it would dull the pain from the dry scabs that had formed she gazed up the stairway that was across the room from her. Footsteps neared the door they were light though so it was obviously a woman. The door opened and light shined down blinding her. Ana squinted to see who is was and recognized the older woman that had been considered the mother hen of all the workers in the house.

"Here you go deary." the old woman replied setting a tray of clothing and water to the side.

Ana looked down to avoid eye contact. She didn't trust the woman as far as she could throw her. The crone could've been the mother of two-face himself.

"You shouldn't have run away. The master was very upset and took it out on all of us. If you ever had friends here before you certainly don't have them now." the woman explained as she took a wet cloth out of her front pocket.

She walked up to Ana and forced her to look up. Gently she dabbed at the open wounds on Ana's face. It stung like hell. The girl with green eyes fought the pain to avoid the tears that threatened to escape.

"He never forgot about you. Everything about this house was a memory of when the two of you cared for one another. I believe despite his rage that he truly loves you child and you should accept it before things get worse."

"I'd rather die." she all but spat.

The old woman frowned at the response she'd been given.

"It may just come to that." the woman said turning around to hold up a dress. "He has requested that you join him for dinner. No is not an option. I am going to help get you cleaned up."

Ana stayed quiet as the woman washed her face off and applied a light touch of make-up. She received a strange look from the woman after her shirt was taken off. The old woman's eyes shot up to meet hers raising a silent question about the all too familiar light scarring on her stomach. The woman pursed her lips together before quickly composing her self again. After the white dress had been put on the auburn haired girl she was escorted up the stairs. Garland stood at the top a devious smirk on his face.

"I'll take it from here." he said grabbing Ana's arm.

The old woman bowed before making a quick exit. Ana looked ahead down the luxurious hallway. Just gazing down the corridor it was obvious his family possessed a lot of money. The martial artist next to her held her arm a little too tight than what she would've liked, but he had always been a liar. Garland was the only one in his family who hadn't made a name for himself. She remembered seeing his brothers a couple times and they had constantly rubbed his face in their success. There were a few times he had looked jealous of Brooklyn as well. When it came to physique it was clear that Garland would win in a fight if the two were ever to get in one.

She heard voices in one of the rooms that they passed. The door was closed as she walked by so that all she saw was the machines inside that she was sure helped to produce the drugs. Garland escorted her through two doors and seated her at a long table. He pulled a shackle up from the floor and slapped it onto her left wrist before quietly leaving. It was then that she finally noticed him.

He sat at the other end of the table. The silence between them was deafening. Ana's green eyes wandered around the room she had never been allowed to eat in. the silver plate that sat before her was so clean she could see her ugly reflection in it. Two candle holders sat in the center of the table with all six of the candles between them lit. Chandeliers overhead were dimmed as though he had attempted to create a warm romantic setting. The tapestries his father had loved so much were now hanging in the dining room. The last time she had seen them they were in the den. They hung regally down the walls on either side of the room. One on each side had the family crest embroidered on thema dn the other two had what looked similar to a purple gargoyle figure on them. She remembered hearing the man tell Brooklyn at one point that they were heirlooms that had been in the family for generations. On the ceiling a battle scene had been painted. She didn't rememeber ever hearing him speak about it before, but people and what looked to be demons were at war and killing one another in it.

Ana's green eyes looked back down at the other end of the large table again. His head was down and it appeared he was filling out paperwork of some sort. The tension was unbearable. Her throat felt like it was beginning to close up. Fear. Terror. She didn't feel anything but those two emotions at the current moment. There was no telling what the young man was up to or what he was planning to do with her. She shifted nervously in the chair making the chain that bound her to it clink. Brooklyn looked up at her then. His aquamarine eyes were wide in a surprising way as if he'd forgotten he'd requested her presence. Blinking a few times he straightened the papers before placing them to the side. In a somewhat regal manner his elbows were propped up on the table and his hands were entwined together as he gazed over the top of them at her.

The bruises on her face suddenly felt like they were burning. Her mind thought back to a time where she had once drowned in those beautiful blue irises. She blinked when she heard something only to realized he had spoken. A look of annoyance formed on his face as his brow furrowed and his mouth morphed into a frown. He had always hated being ignored. It was almost at the very top of his list of pet peeves.

"Am I boring you?" he asked calmly.

To her it sounded too calm. She noted his shoulders were tense as well. A side door opened at that moment and a man she'd never seen before all but stormed over to where the ginger haired young man sat. He never noticed the glare that was directed at him for intruding on their conversation.

"Sir." he began

"I'm busy." Brooklyn replied sounding even more calm.

"I'm sorry." the man kneeled "But sir."

BANG

Ana jumped from the sound. As the man had kneeled to the floor Brooklyn had pulled a large hand gun out of the inside pocket of his white jacket. The lifeless body crumbled to the floor. Two more men entered the room and quietly removed the body. Her green eyes followed them. He had become even more violent than the last time she'd seen him.

"Am I still boring you?" he asked while putting his weapon away and trying to smile warmly across the table at her. Quietly she sat there staring at him. There was no right answer to give. He was on something again. She swallowed hard in hopes that the lump in her throat would disappear.

"What do you want from me?" she finally managed to ask. "You made it very clear that you were disgusted with me."

He stopped smiling a stood up. His hands folded themselves behind his back.

"You hurt me Ana."

The innocence in his voice was clearly fake. He was putting on a show at the moment.

"My family and I gave you everything for most of your life and then you cheated on me and ran away. I feel taken advantage of. I loved you with all my heart."

He was walking next to the dining table ever so slowly making his way towards her. She wished she was at home. Ian would probably be tinkering with a gun. Spencer would be watching TV or playing video games with Bryan. The two of them would most likely be cursing at one another. Tala would be sitting back watching them and laughing at their shenanigans. Issac would be near her or sitting in the floor playing with his toys and occasionally mimicking the sounds and words in the room. She would then scold them and the two men would quiet down for a little while only to get loud all over again. If they were in her position what would they do?

"You pushed me down a flight of stairs." she eyed him defiantly "If you truly loved me you never would have done that. The only thing you've ever truly loved is that filth you snort."

Brooklyn was now standing over her. She held her head up high. That's what she believed they would do. She would make them proud and not back down or cower. That was something she had already done way too much. A smile graced itself across her lips as she thought of Tala and Issac and the feelings she felt for them. They completed her. All of the men in that house helped to piece her soul together that made her happy in such a way she'd never felt before. That was true love. Absentmindedly she smiled while looking down into her lap. His hand reached down and forced her chin up so that she had to look him in the eyes.

"Are you amused with yourself?" he asked

"No." she answered. "I find it amusing that you are the least important person in my life now."

He let go of her and backhanded her in the blink of an eye. She felt her head snap to the side and her the pain on the right side of her face stung like hell. This was nothing though, she had seen him do way worse to others.

"Your defiance will be the death of you."

A knock on one of the doors made him turn his attention away from her.

"What?!" he snapped angrily.

"Um.. is here." the older woman from earlier informed him.

"Hn. Let her in." he smirked

Ana looked up to see Julia walk into the room. The young woman looked extremely uncomfortable. The fool. She fidgeted with her hands as she approached them he leaned against the table halfway sitting on it with his arms crossed. It wasn't until she was standing with them that Ana could see the regret in her eyes.

"What do you want?" Brooklyn demanded more than asked.

"You said you weren't going to hurt anyone." Julia replied.

"Oh this?" he gestured towards Ana. "She's not just anyone. I kept my word, now why aren't you in bed with that man you spoke of?"

Julia's eyes looked watery all of a sudden. Quickly she wiped the tears away before they dared to fall.

"He cares nothing for me anymore. I was denied and told to fuck myself." she explained.

Ana couldn't help the smirk that appeared. It made her happy to know that he wasn't interested in anyone else. Tala was clearly over Julia now. Deep down she had been scared for awhile that the fire between those two would rekindle. But now she was beginning to really see that her worries were senseless and a waste of time.

"You should let her go back."

He laughed then. It was such an evil laugh it made Ana cringe back in fear.

"Oh no. You don't get the option to tell me what I should and shouldn't do."

Brooklyn stepped stood up tall and stepped forward to tower over the other woman. He grabbed a fist full of her shirt and picked her up off the floor.

"This is my house. I am king here and no one tells me what to do."

He threw her to the floor and called for Garland. The other man entered and escorted the other woman out of the room. Quietly Brooklyn straightened the wrinkles out in his clothes.

"Now." he began turning his attention back to her. "Where were we?"