Return.

Return Part 3

As you woke up.

Your head began to spin , feeling the excruciating pain on the sides of your temples as it pulsated to the back of your head. You could still feel the tightening of Brahms grip around your throat, you clasp onto your neck trying to get rid of the sensation , you bang your foot against the wooden step , trying your hardest not to scream as the pain around your throat gets worse as your tensed up.

Silent screams escape your lips, frowning in agony as you turn your self to the side trying to catch your breath , taking short breaths in , and long breaths out attempting  to get your lungs back to normality.

Using all your core strength , you manged to get your self up , loosing your balance as your head begins to spin again , bumping into the banister and gripping onto the edge steadying yourself. You bring your hands up to your forehead , rubbing the sides of your temples as you make your way to your bedroom , tip toeing quietly. You reached your bedroom and turning the knob slowly , making your way to the bathroom , observing the deed Brahms had done.

You knew he caused you damage;

But you didn't realize it was this bad....

Your right eye was bloodshot red , and your bottom lip was cut open , the numb swelling just about coming into sight.

Thumb and finger prints glowed a dark purple , his massive hand print wrapping around your throat like necklace, you turned head to right following the lining of his long skinny fingers all the way round to the back of your neck, moving your hair out the way for better view,  as you saw impressions of his finger nails imprinted onto to your skin, your mouth dropping in horror as you ran your fingers across. 

Your bra was hanging off  your shoulders,suddenly a wave of sadness came over you ,

you couldn't believe it, you didn't want too,you felt disgusting , you felt exploited with how Brahms had treated you.  

You look down at your hands and then down at your self

You needed to take these clothes off , they had Brahms musty scent all over them...

Tears started to flow out of you as you shakily throw all your clothes on to the floor ,  leaving you in your pants and your bra, standing in the middle of the bathroom, you run your fingers throw your hair , and turning the shower on , taking off the rest of the contents left on you , you take one last look at yourself in the mirror , steam filling the room ,  noticing that you also had bruises on your arms and your ribs , the condensation covering the mirror watching your self evaporate.

You tested the temperature of the water making sure it wasn't too hot for your skin. 

You take a deep breath in and step in , your body flinching as your feet touched the cold ceramic flooring , the sensation of the steamy water calming you , taking your mind of everything, everything you didn't care about , including Brahms. 

you wanted to show Brahms what he had done to you.  

what he's made you feel. 

You bathed your skin lightly as the water drips down your side as the lukewarm drops darkening your hair and trickled down your back, taking careful notice not to touch the bruises that scattered over your broken body. Your eyes fell closed over and over,each time showing you the images of Brahms like photographs. After stepping out of the shower you grab your towel and wrap it around you, as the sharp cold air hitting the droplets that hang on your skin. Drying your self of you swipe away the condensation off the mirror and comb through your hair, putting on the clothes you had picked out.

You looked at your phone

no signal 

You decide to  go to the balcony to see if you could get a better signal.

You stand there foe a moment the cold breeze blowing your wet hair, making you shiver.

two bars

"ha, you fucker!" you say 

You continue to look on your phone, dialing your mother  in the process.

"Y/N?.... hello?" she says worriedly.

"mum?.. can you hear me?" you say in a  raspy gravely voice.

"just about , the signal is going over your end, why do you sound like that? is everything okay?".

"yeah everything is fine i'm okay" you had tears in your eyes at this point, struggling to talk. "just a sore throat, i miss you so much, i haven't been able too---- call you because I've had no signal this stupid house doesn't have any WiFi".

"okay.......when are you coming home; you've been out there for couple of months now?" 

"umm i-  its complicated , i have to go now mum, ill talk to you when i can".

"alright sweetie, bye be safe and take care of yourself, i love you always."

"i love you too."

As you ended the phone call you look out across the grounds, enjoying the breeze on your face.

You close your eyes in pleasure , enjoying it while it lasted. You realized how beautiful this place was , the Heel shire manor was in the country side , they had a lot of ground to themselves , the mansion was lined around with a short stone wall. However behind you was semi circled with massive dark oak trees that seemed to highlight the mansion.

But in front of you was 4 acres of  meadow grass , implanted with wild flowers on the fading green , purple thistles , blue cornflowers , poppies all swaying in the wind. It was beautiful , you realized you felt at peace here , its quiet.

no one to bother you.

apart from a certain someone.

As you were walking around the balcony , you finally decided to go back in , you wanted to  stay out longer , but you knew you couldn't. 

You decided to make dinner a bit early , as there was nothing else to do. You weren't really feeling hungry , considering that you cant speak without flinching , you figured you wouldn't be able eat anything , you sighed as your stomach started growling. When you reached the entrance of the house , a sudden cold chill ran throughout your whole body , rubbing your arms and looking around as you made your way to kitchen , peering around the corner and silently stepping in.

 As you weren't in the mood for cooking anything , you went into the freezer , picking out a mac and cheese microwavable meal. You put it in the microwave and set the timer on it. 

After you finished eating , you write a note to Brahms.

if you are hungry, go get yourself something from the freezer.

Y/N

And placing the note on the table , turning away and heading up the stairs. 

Hearing a faint creak of one of the doors opening , making you stop in your tracks , not daring to turn around you continue to walk up the stairs and into your room.

Staying in there all night.