in her father, every time he was drunk. Even more she
remembered the attack, the ache with each hit the attacker took, the fear... oh
God she remembered the terror she felt. She prayed that God would help her,
that he would take her quickly so she wouldn't have to endure anymore of the
horrid pain. It brought back memories of how she felt after Nicole died. She
had prayed the same prayer then.
Missy started to cry. "Oh baby please don't
cry. I'm so sorry for that night. Please don't cry." Brandon was
pleading for her to understand, but Missy could only weep.
After a few moments of weakness, she touched his
cheek softly. She was careful not to look directly into his eyes. The pain in
his voice had been tough enough to endure; the hurt she saw may make what she
had to say impossible. "Brandon, thank you so much for everything you
have done for me since I have been here, but I need some time. I think it would
be best if we don't see each other for a while outside of the office. I have a
lot of work to do getting back to my old self. I don't think I can handle all
of this too."
Brandon looked into her eyes, begging without saying
a word. Tears welled up and he fought them back. He had to be strong, for
her. She shouldn't have to deal with his blubbering right now.
"Sweetheart, I will give you time, but I have waited
for you my whole life...I won't give up now." Brandon placed a kiss on
her head and left the room.
Chapter 15
The doctor released Missy the next day. Chloe promised
him that she would stay with her until after the next check-up, which was in a
week. Missy thought he probably felt a little relieved for them to leave,
because Chloe was constantly probing him on the long term psychological effects
of the hit Missy took to the head. She knew Chloe was interested in the
subject, but until her hospital stay, Missy had never seen exactly how
passionate Chloe was about psychology.
Walking back into her building and up the stairs
where she had been tormented was devastating for Missy. She had to relive
the abuse every time she came home. How was she going to do this? She knew
she had to work through it. It was the only way she could heal, and yet each
time was just as hard as the one before. Thank God Chloe was there to walk it
with her.
The next week with Chloe was like a constant slumber
party. They laid around, watching chick flicks and feasting on ice cream.
They always enjoyed a night in with Ben and Jerry. When Chloe had talked to Brandon
the day before, he had told her to take as much time as she needed, as long as
she tended to his girl. Chloe could see the sadness in his eyes as they talked
about Missy. She almost felt bad for him, but she was "Team Missy"
all the way.
"Girl, you should have seen his face. He had big
brown puppy dog eyes and everything. I hope you don't mind, I told him about
your appointment tomorrow."
Missy and Chloe were sitting at the bistro table in
the kitchenette of Missy's apartment, drinking coffee.
"I know, I really do miss him. We have so much
fun together, and I'm kind of flattered by the whole protective, she's my girl,
thing. But come on, did he have to hit Mark? They are supposed to be friends."
"I understand. Men are animals."
"I can't believe tonight is our last night."
Sadness covered Missy's face.
"I know! I am glad you're doing so well, but I
am going to miss our sleepovers."
This had been the hardest week of Brandon's life.
Getting out of bed felt unachievable. He wanted to say fuck work and ignore
the world outside. How could he have ruined the best thing that ever happened
to him. He thought of Missy, her soft touch on his rough skin, the way she
felt underneath him, and how her giggle sounded like the most beautiful noise
he had ever heard. It was torturing him. She hadn't called. Knowing she
would be coming back to work soon was the last bit of hope he was
remembered the attack, the ache with each hit the attacker took, the fear... oh
God she remembered the terror she felt. She prayed that God would help her,
that he would take her quickly so she wouldn't have to endure anymore of the
horrid pain. It brought back memories of how she felt after Nicole died. She
had prayed the same prayer then.
Missy started to cry. "Oh baby please don't
cry. I'm so sorry for that night. Please don't cry." Brandon was
pleading for her to understand, but Missy could only weep.
After a few moments of weakness, she touched his
cheek softly. She was careful not to look directly into his eyes. The pain in
his voice had been tough enough to endure; the hurt she saw may make what she
had to say impossible. "Brandon, thank you so much for everything you
have done for me since I have been here, but I need some time. I think it would
be best if we don't see each other for a while outside of the office. I have a
lot of work to do getting back to my old self. I don't think I can handle all
of this too."
Brandon looked into her eyes, begging without saying
a word. Tears welled up and he fought them back. He had to be strong, for
her. She shouldn't have to deal with his blubbering right now.
"Sweetheart, I will give you time, but I have waited
for you my whole life...I won't give up now." Brandon placed a kiss on
her head and left the room.
Chapter 15
The doctor released Missy the next day. Chloe promised
him that she would stay with her until after the next check-up, which was in a
week. Missy thought he probably felt a little relieved for them to leave,
because Chloe was constantly probing him on the long term psychological effects
of the hit Missy took to the head. She knew Chloe was interested in the
subject, but until her hospital stay, Missy had never seen exactly how
passionate Chloe was about psychology.
Walking back into her building and up the stairs
where she had been tormented was devastating for Missy. She had to relive
the abuse every time she came home. How was she going to do this? She knew
she had to work through it. It was the only way she could heal, and yet each
time was just as hard as the one before. Thank God Chloe was there to walk it
with her.
The next week with Chloe was like a constant slumber
party. They laid around, watching chick flicks and feasting on ice cream.
They always enjoyed a night in with Ben and Jerry. When Chloe had talked to Brandon
the day before, he had told her to take as much time as she needed, as long as
she tended to his girl. Chloe could see the sadness in his eyes as they talked
about Missy. She almost felt bad for him, but she was "Team Missy"
all the way.
"Girl, you should have seen his face. He had big
brown puppy dog eyes and everything. I hope you don't mind, I told him about
your appointment tomorrow."
Missy and Chloe were sitting at the bistro table in
the kitchenette of Missy's apartment, drinking coffee.
"I know, I really do miss him. We have so much
fun together, and I'm kind of flattered by the whole protective, she's my girl,
thing. But come on, did he have to hit Mark? They are supposed to be friends."
"I understand. Men are animals."
"I can't believe tonight is our last night."
Sadness covered Missy's face.
"I know! I am glad you're doing so well, but I
am going to miss our sleepovers."
This had been the hardest week of Brandon's life.
Getting out of bed felt unachievable. He wanted to say fuck work and ignore
the world outside. How could he have ruined the best thing that ever happened
to him. He thought of Missy, her soft touch on his rough skin, the way she
felt underneath him, and how her giggle sounded like the most beautiful noise
he had ever heard. It was torturing him. She hadn't called. Knowing she
would be coming back to work soon was the last bit of hope he was
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