💕Your worth loving💕 A twisted paradize. Amiyah scott and Chris Brown story Bxb

Me and You

“Please… stop!” I screamed, crawlin’ across the floor. My arms were shakin’, legs weak. But before I could even make it an inch, he yanked me back by my hair.

I felt the fist crash into my face again, and again. My screams got choked out between punches and the tight pain twistin’ in my ribs from the kicks.

“Nah, you thought this was a game, huh? I’m gon’ show yo ass,” he growled, his breath reekin’ of liquor and evil.

My vision blurred as I slipped in and out. I tried to hold on. I tried.

“Nah, don’t black out on me. I want you awake for this.” His voice turned sick, excited, as he straddled me, rippin’ at my clothes like I wasn’t even human.

Then came the blade.

I saw it flash before I felt it. Cold metal against my stomach.

“Please… I’m sorry,” I whimpered. “I’ll listen, I promise.”

“Let’s see how many cuts you can take before you bleed out,” he laughed, draggin’ the blade across my skin.

Burn. Fire. Pain.
“One down… thirteen more to go.”

I jolted up.

Breath hitchin’. Skin clammy. Hands clutchin’ the sheets like they were ropes holdin’ me together. I scanned the room. It took me a second to remember—

I was in Zeus's bed.
Safe.

Just a dream. Just a fucked up, heavy-ass nightmare.

“Damn…” I whispered, wipin’ the sweat from my face. “It was just a nightmare...”

I looked at my phone: 4:45 PM.
I’d been knocked out since morning.

I got up and dragged myself to the bathroom. The light felt too bright. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror—eyes swollen, cheeks stained.

Red. Puffy. Broken.

“Four years later and that bastard still got a grip on you, huh?”

I sighed. “Scorpio, I’m not in the mood today.” I turned on the cold water, splashin’ my face, tryin’ to snap outta it.

“Just sayin’. Dude’s dead, Ghen. He can’t hurt you no more.”

“I said drop it!” I snapped.

“Drop what?”

I jumped.

Zeus.

I felt his arms wrap around my waist from behind. “Damn, Zeus! Can you not walk like a ghost?” My heart was damn near beatin' outta my chest.

“My bad,” he mumbled, kissin’ my neck gently. “You good?”

“Yeah… I’m straight.” I tried to move but he ain’t let go.