Post by skyeturner on Oct 19, 2009 21:51:30 GMT -5
This was all too much for her to deal with. The fghts, the arguing, the drama. She felt so..stupid. Ater searching Nate's phone, skye had found no evidence of the text that she had sent. She needed to go. Nate didn't need her drama, Nero needed to be happy with Ana, who hated her a this point. Brian wouldn't care if she was gone...or so she had thought.
Skye was in the middle of throwing some clothes into a duffle bag. She had to get out of here as soon as she could. Pausing to send a pair of texts, one to Nero, and then one to Trixie's cell as she had Nate's. *I' sorry...I can't do this anymore...forgive me. Skye*
"What the hell is this?" Spoke a rough, alcohol laden voice. "You leavin'?" Brian asked as he walked into the room. Now Brian was a large man, 6 foot, 200 pounds easy.
Skye turned, a touh of fear clear in her blue eyes. "No.." She said softly, turning to face him so that the bag was hidden behind her.
"Liar...you're runnin' off like your mother." he snapped, crossing the room quickly and backhanding her across the face. Her head whipped to the side, swelling up almost instantly, blood trickling from her lower lip where it had been split.
"No..stop..please.." Skye pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.
"Useless, good for nothing, waste like your mother.." Another hit, more full fisted this time, striking her across the jaw. It sent her to her knees on the floor, trying to curl up as he started kicking at her, still screaming. "Whore, bitch! Fucking worthless!"
Hit after hit, punch and kick landed on her now unconscious body, her cell still tucked in her hand.
The front door slammed a little while later, the screech of car tires leaving burn marks in the driveway, but here in Compton, that was natural.
Skye was in the middle of throwing some clothes into a duffle bag. She had to get out of here as soon as she could. Pausing to send a pair of texts, one to Nero, and then one to Trixie's cell as she had Nate's. *I' sorry...I can't do this anymore...forgive me. Skye*
"What the hell is this?" Spoke a rough, alcohol laden voice. "You leavin'?" Brian asked as he walked into the room. Now Brian was a large man, 6 foot, 200 pounds easy.
Skye turned, a touh of fear clear in her blue eyes. "No.." She said softly, turning to face him so that the bag was hidden behind her.
"Liar...you're runnin' off like your mother." he snapped, crossing the room quickly and backhanding her across the face. Her head whipped to the side, swelling up almost instantly, blood trickling from her lower lip where it had been split.
"No..stop..please.." Skye pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.
"Useless, good for nothing, waste like your mother.." Another hit, more full fisted this time, striking her across the jaw. It sent her to her knees on the floor, trying to curl up as he started kicking at her, still screaming. "Whore, bitch! Fucking worthless!"
Hit after hit, punch and kick landed on her now unconscious body, her cell still tucked in her hand.
The front door slammed a little while later, the screech of car tires leaving burn marks in the driveway, but here in Compton, that was natural.