(Edited 10-29-20)
Brielle was a 19 year beautiful young girl. Someone that was responsible, intelligent and practical. Being only 19 and on her third year of college she didn't really have things to do.
She lived down in Atlanta not too far from her dad and her best friends. She always was ahead of everyone else so as soon as she could,she moved out.
But the apartment she lived in has a broken a.c and her place was hot.
Inside of her muggy 2 bedroom apartment she laid in the master bedroom knocked out. Her little snores bouncing of the fan creating an echo.
Around midnight her boyfriend, 21 year old Santana Rivera stumbled up the stairs of his Brielle's apartment, nearly falling over the railing.
Brielle laid in her bed in a bralette and spandex shorts as the fan blew in her face.
After Santana made it up to the third floor of the complex he landed at his destination. He knocked loudly which alerted Brielle,considering she was a lite sleeper.
"Who the fuck could this possible be." She mumbled as she reached under her bed for her gun and grabbed a shirt to slip on.
She tiptoed to the front as the knocking continued. Standing on her tiptoes to the peephole, she saw her boyfriend. She immediately unlocked to the door and slung it open with an attitude.
"Nice of you to finally show up," she said with a sarcastic smile, hiding the gun behind her back.
"Shut up Bitch." Santana drunkenly spoke
Brielle's whole attitude changed drastically. She was hurt but didn't show it.
"Santana, you're drunk." She said stepping aside and letting him in.
"Bitch, I sacrificed everything for you yet this is what get." He slurred.
Brielle just ignored him.
"I can't see my son because I choose you over him. Some hoe over my own fuckimg son." He dryly chuckled.
Brielle stood with a stale face as he went on about his 4 year old son Antonio.
"Shut the fuck up Santana." Brielle screeched.
"I didn't do anything. You're fucking 21 years old with a 4 year old child that has a crazy ass bitter mama. I didn't make you choose between me and him and if I did you should always choose your son. So fuck of dude foreal." She waved him off.
Santana stood there and let the words sink into his disoriented head. He knew she was right but he didn't care about that, he needed something throw in her face.
"You cheated on me," he soberly said taking a seat.
His slurring was slightly there, but not as much as it was before. A gasp was heard from around the couch he sat on.
"The fuck you mean 'you cheated on me'. Who you talkin to Casper? It surely ain't this virgin over here. If anybody was cheating it would be yo unfaithful ass."
Another moment of silence passed before Brielle told him to drink some water and that his disrespectful ass was sleeping on the couch.
"Oh hell naw. You think you can go out and cheat on me and not expect any consequences."
Brielle turned around heading towards her room, ignoring his comment. A harsh tug to her wrist made a yelp come from her mouth and the gun flew out of her hand. Pain quickly shooting through her wrist.
"Santana Rivera,if you don't..." her words cut off as Santana roughly grabbed her throat.
"Was I not good enough. Huh! Fucking answer me Bri."
Sniffles were his response which made him angry. The look in his eye was indescribable. He continued to choke her with an unidentifiable emotion in his eye.
He continued choking her slightly lifting her 5'1 frame from the floor. She scratched at him begging him to stop,which feel on deaf ears.
"You cheated on me Isaiah. A fucking kid, imma man. This mothafucka be at your house all the time. Now I see why," he said through clenched teeth.
"Tanaa stop pluh-ease.. STOP." He stopped and let her fall to the floor. Her body shook as tears streamed down her face as she tried to scream. But she remembered....she had a gun.
She got up quickly despite the pain in her wrist, but Santana was faster. He tackled her to the floor as if she was one of bitch ass boys on the street.
"Get offfffff of me." She yelled swinging on him.
She was flipped on her back with her hands above her head that quick.
"You want to go out and cheat like I wasn't enough. Well bitch, you thought wrong."
As Brielle fought against his wrath Santana cocked his fist back and punched Brielle squared in the middle of her face.
Her head hurt too much. Her body hurt too much. It seemed that everything hurt too much.....
He thought that she was unfaithful. Only the lord could tell us how many times she could have but didn't because she is better than that.
The sound of a belt unbuckling stopped Brielle from roaring an ear piercing scream.
"What are you doing Santana."
He ignored her as he reached to pull down her shorts.
"Get your fucking hands off me."
She fought as he covered her mouth with his hands. He felt her hot tears on his hand but ignored them.
"If you do this your gonna fucking regret. I'm BEGGING you to stop. Don't do this."
Once again, her begs fell upon deaf ears ss he punched her agai.
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Santana took his girlfriends innocence.
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