Written Faith (GirlxGirl)

CHAPTER 2: Reaѕѕυrance

"Never mind about that, sweetheart. You just sit your pretty little ass down on this couch and I'll order pizza. I forgot that your cooking isn't that good."

An idea suddenly popped into my head to grab the frying pan and just use it to smack Brandon's big fat bowling ball head. The apron I had on was removed and hung on to a cupboard handle.

I dumped myself on the couch, sarcastically saying, "Sure, that'll be nice."

Brandon got up just as I was about to slump myself on the couch and picked up the phone, dialing the number to our local pizzeria.

"It'll be ready in 30 seconds rather than 30 minutes." Brandon hung up he phone. Business was sluggish.

"Yo where's your bathroom?" Brandon looked stood up, looking at the staircase behind me.

"My bathroom is upstairs, second door to your left but your bathroom is at the neighbor's fire hydrant like the rest of the dogs."

"Haha! You kill me." Brandon jogged up the staircase, leaving me to wait for the delivery guy. More than 30 seconds had past and the delivery guy hasn't shown up, and neither has Brandon.

Only the sound of the television and the buzzing noise of the AC were in the room with me; or that's what I thought.

A loud crash came from upstairs, making me bolt from the blue. I whipped around from the couch, staring intensely at the shadowy steps, my heart beating as if it was going to pop out of my chest.

"Brandon?" I called out for an answer, but only the silent room seemed to speak to me.

I turned around to face the TV, but surprisingly screamed when I saw the dark figure of Brandon standing in front of me.

"AHHHHHH!"

Brandon let out a dark immature chuckle as I glared at him, hitting his jacket shoulder.

"Brandon, DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT, AGAIN!" Still upset of the heart attack he just about given me, I folded my arms.

He apologized for his sickly behavior. The doorbell rang, signaling for him to get the door while he wasn't sitting.

"Hey, sweetheart. You got this covered?"

I looked up at Brandon in disbelief. He has got to be kidding me. A big time celebrity in a famous boy and doesn't have the money to pay for a pizza? Wow.

There was a playful smirk on his face. Oh, so he was only joking. He turned his back from me. Five dollars were given to the pizza guy as Brandon slammed the door without another word.

The aroma of Hawaiian pizza with extra cheese and meat filled the air as he sat next to me and kissed my cheek again. I twisted my head to Brandon, still in the same mood and position I was earlier.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...So, I'm going to apologize in an American accent, okay?; I'm going to apologize like a Mexican; I'm going to apologize like a Filip-"

"Okay, I forgive you!"

I laughed at the sound of him failing his attempt to copy accents, and grabbed a slice of pizza. Brandon chuckled, mouth full of pizza, and pecked the side of my face. Turning irritated and grossed out by him, I smacked his arm as Brandon laughed at me.

"Eww! Brandon!"

I wiped away the cheese sauce from my left cheek that was smudged all over me.

"You're being such a child, Brandon. But what am I supposed to suspect from a spoiled best that only got famous along with his friends because of his daddy?"

He grabbed the back of my head, pulling at my hair and pushed me forward to look at him. I let out a small scream as my back bent in an uncomfortable way.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy my company, sweetheart. Every girl would simply die to be with me."

Kicking him in the shins, he let out a grunt and and kneeled down to help his little injured "friend". It took him more than a minute to recover.

"You little bïtch!" Brandon took in deep breaths in and out after to ease his nuisance.

"Do yourself and your little buddy a favor, Brandon and get yourself out of my house." A small victory smirk formed on my lips, my arms crossed.

Brandon let out a groan and approached me, grabbing the collar if my blouse and lifting me up to my tiptoes. He raised his fist at me.
"Why you little-"

His phone rang. Brandon released me and answered the call while I caught my breath. After several minutes, Brandon gave me a sharp stare.

"You're lucky for tonight, sweetheart. The guys just dropped your friends home. I got new plans with them now."

"Thank god. I didn't want to spend another second with you anyways." I pushed myself off the floor and dusted my knees.

A painful kick went into my side, making me scream and fall back down. I bit my lip hard, holding the side of my stomach. This was just one of the many bruises Brandon has given me. It was also a pain for me that my skin was pale and it was hard to cover up the bruises. I had to use a ton loads of make up for the big ones.

"Ungrateful lowlife bitch," Brandon muttered in a low sigh.

He walked further away from me. "Don't think of leaving this house. I'll have a lot of guards surrounding this place 24/7 so they'll be no way of you escaping and leaving to see that pathetic ugly dyke girlfriend of yours!"

I was too weak to say anything back to his face. I stayed there on the ground, holding on to my aching side. Brandon called someone and minutes later, he opened the door. Looking up, still kneeling on the floor, I saw nearly 10 guards in white polo shirts, black slacks and earpieces.

"One of you carry her to her room and whoever the fvck knows how to treat a wound can tend to her. The rest of you, you know what to do. No sleeping on the job."

"Yes, sir Brandon! Have a good night, sir Brandon!"
Brandon walked past them, hopped in his car and drove away.

Hearing footsteps come closer, a guard lifted me up and carried me up to my room. Another one followed behind him with a first aid kit.
"Be careful, idiot. If you drop her, we're all screwed!"

"Shut the hell up, Franco!"
My eyes got heavier as the man carrying me kicked my door open, laying me down. The other guard Franco opened the kit.

"Where'd he hit you, miss Diana?"

"M-my side."

He lifted my shirt up. I stared at his face when it carved into a look of surprise and a little disgust. Like it was that bad.

"Wow, he really did a number out of you, miss Diana," Franco said as he dabbed some alcohol.

"He even broke some skin."

"Ivan, go get me a cold compress."

Ivan went into my bathroom and prepared a cold washcloth. Franco placed it in my side and dabbed on it. I winced every time he touched my bruise. He bandaged my dtomach, covering the bruise up and pulled my shirt down. on it. I winced every time he touched my bruise. He bandaged my dtomach, covering the bruise up and pulled my shirt down.

Franco and Ivan left my room, turning the lights off. They were more nicer than the other guards. Well, Franco mostly was the nicest.

"Hey, Franco. You're really nice than the other guards. Ya know?"

"Well, I have a family, miss Diana." Franco smiled. "Now get some rest." He closed the door, leaving me to my thoughts.

I haven't been able to get some actual rest since I met Brandon.