Brittany's Pov

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Brittany Pov
It's been two weeks since I left home. And all honesty...........They've been horrible. Troy thinks just because I'm crashing with him that makes me his property.. He hits me all the time. Especially when he's high. But afterwards he makes up for it by buying me jewelry or bears and candy. And I forgive him. That's what Rihanna said to do right?.. I would call home to let mom them know I'm alright but Troy took it. He says I don't need any technology out here in LA because there's enough things to do to keep me occupied. Yes, I live in LA now.

Troy- Brittany! Could your ass hurry up!

I was in the bathroom getting ready to go to dinner with Troy.

Me-Don't rush me..

Troy- What'd you say?

I could hear footsteps coming closer and then the door opened.

Me- N-nothing.

Troy- Thought so..

Troy looked me up and down.

Troy- Change.

Me- What? No nothing's wrong with my outfit.

I had on some skinny jeans with flats and a nice blouse.

Troy took a long puff of his blunt.

Troy- You look 10. Change.

Me- But- GCO

I got cut of by Troy hand making contact with my eye. I bent down holding it. I started crying.

Troy- You know how to push my fucking buttons! When I say do something you do it! No questions asked! Now change!..you know what I like.

He walked out the bathroom and I closed the door. I looked at myself in the mirror. I could see a bruise starting to form. I put some foundation over it.

I changed in some clothes Troy likes to see me in. He likes for me to look gangsta. When I was done we left the house. In the car I didn't say not one word.

At dinner, Troy pulled out a baby blue box.

Troy- I was gonna wait to give this to you but here.

He handed me the box. It was from Tiffany&Co. I opened it and it was a pair of diamond earrings.

Me-*Smiles* Aw, they're beautiful. Thank You.

Troy- You welcome.

Troy continued eating but then he looked up again.

Troy- I can still see your bruise. Cover it better next time.

Next time?

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