I felt my nervous system explode with anxiety as Brandon walked up to me.
I fisted my one hand and balled the other one with my dress.
My insides were screaming with anxiety and fear. He was powerful and blinded with hatred towards me and most probably drunk as well. Anything he was going to do was definitely intended to hurt me. And he wasn't limiting himself.
But how long, would I spend fearing him?
Suddenly that thought broke the stance of my fear.
Brandon finally stopped right in front of me as I looked down at my lap and gave my mind another thought.
I can't possibly sit around and wait for him to continue torturing me over and over again. I have bruises all over my body, my heart and even my soul. My brain has stopped functioning properly for too long now. I can't let him ruin
