Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Someone Help!

Brianna

I thought seeing Vicky Fletcher again would activate my fight or flight reflexes. I thought I would yell or scream or rush away, instead I stood frozen as the man I have actively avoided for so many years was now suddenly right in front of me. In Port Harcourt, in front of Callan's club. I was so confused and overwhelmed that I felt like little Brianna Fletcher again.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

Those were his first words to me, I could barely register them. When my father took me by the arm and walked us away from the entrance of the club, off to the side of the building, I just complied with him because I didn't know what to do. No, I shouldn't have let him walk me over here, we were between street lights, so it is darker here and there is less foot traffic. I shouldn't have let him take me to the side of this building. Stupid, Brianna.

“You aren't going to say anything to me?” His voice was just as I remembered it. It should be since I let his voice echo in my head all the times when I am putting myself down.

“What are you doing here?” That was the first thing I mustered up. His brows furrowed and his hold on my arm tightened slightly.

“What do you think? I have come to take my daughter back home. You don't know how much you have hurt me Brianna by running away from home like that. I took care of you, I loved you and what did you do in return, you left me. You are ungrateful, Brianna but it is alright, dear, we will start afresh.” He said to me like the delusional man that he is.

“No!” I finally snapped out of my daze and his grip tightened.

“You made me look for you, you broke your poor mother's heart. Does that mean nothing to you? You let Bryce fill your head with lies, you have forgotten how good I was to you.” He literally lied to my face and I tried yanking my arm from his hold because even his hand touching my flesh had every hair on my body stand up with nerves. This can't be happening.

“How did you find us, father?” 

How and why?

“You can guess how surprised I was when my buddy detective Nasa informed me of an investigation he is working on and of all things, he told me my daughter was to be questioned about it. My Brianna, I couldn't believe it. Thanks to him, he told me about you and Bryce, I am glad he did because this is a long overdo, Brianna. I am your father.” He said that fact isn't already known to me..

Detective Nasa did this? I want to ring his neck. He has no idea what he has done.

“Father, you should leave before Bryce finds out about this. He won't like it.” I swallowed my nerves.

“Oh, really? Just like your little mafia boyfriend, Brianna? What was his name again? He said it to me while he was beating my face. Is that what you want, Brianna? For your father to be harmed? Are you so cold hearted that you don't feel my suffering? I still walk with a limp because of what he did to my foot and he said it was for you Brianna. Did you want your father to hurt?” He pretended to be sad. He could almost fake a glisten in his eye like he was about to cry, I was sick in the stomach. 

I just stood there like an idiot, listening to my father contort our past into the narrative he wanted it to be. The narrative where I am the bad guy for leaving my father and not him being the bad guy for mentally and physically abusing me. Callan was the one who beat him, he just confirmed it.

“Are you letting that scumbag touch you, Brianna? He said as much and it is disgusting. I have raised you better, do you just spread your legs for any man? You do, don't you whore!” He snapped me in the face. I sucked in a breath and grabbed my check.

“Leave me alone!” I shouted, ready to run. 

He anticipated it and blocked my way. I started trembling all over, my heart had already been beating so fast since the second I turned around but now everything was just trembling with fear. When he saw my emerging tears he scoffed.

“Oh, don't make me the bad guy because I have to discipline you, Brianna. You forced me to do these things and it breaks my heart to have to do that but you are such a bad daughter. You whore around, you run away when you mother and I need you the most and you run with criminals. Look what they have done to you, the police are after you, Brianna and you know how embarrassed I get. I hate being embarrassed of my children, you have to learn.” He said.

I recognized this type of speech and I knew what he was about to do. My father grabbed me and shoved me harshly into the wall. He slapped my face again but this time, I reacted. It was the first time ever but I didn't want to be little Brianna Fletcher, the girl who cried and bows her head. I slapped him back, the sting in my hand lingered with the utter silence that fell between us.

“How dare you, whore?” He threw me to the ground and kicked me hard. I flinched and curled into myself.

“You dare raise your hand to your father! I am going to beat the discipline out of you, Brianna! Until you learn this is what I am going to have to do.” He kicked me again.

“Don't ever hit me,” he came down on his knees and lifted me up. He punched me in the face as I tried scurrying backwards on my hands and feet.

“Get over here you ungrateful little bitch!” He seethed, showing his true colors. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me back which made me holler because of the concrete scrapping me.

“This is what your little boyfriend did to me, do you like it, Brianna?” He punched again and I could taste the metallic in my mouth. I screamed for help but his hand came down over my lips blocking the sound.

“Shut up! You left your father, years I spent in heartbreak.” His eyes were pitted black hole and nothing was behind them except the ego that drove him to do this.

I disrespected him and he is going to disrespect me back. He lifted me with him as he stood to his full height, I was balling my eyes out and trying to scratch at him to release me so I could run. He pulled my hair harshly and forced me to crank my head back and look at him. Seething mad, that is the only way I can explain it. His breaths came out in hisses.

“Let's go.” He tried pulling me along.

No, if I let him drag me to the car or something then I know I am stuck. He will be back me back, this is Ezekiel all over again and I had been shivering in fear but I needed to fight back. I am not a teenager anymore, I had to remind myself. I stomped on his injured foot and slapped at his arm to release me and my hair. He had such a good grip he wouldn't let my hair go and my scalp was throbbing already.

“Help? Someone help!” I shouted frantically, I screamed a loud blood curdling scream and to shut me up he knocked me down and started beating me again.

Hands and feet, I just know I curled in and turf to block my face and head. Pain bursted through me in so many places and it was dizzying. A sharp pain cut through my torso like a knife but it was only the blows of my father kicking me and pounding his fists against me like a rabid animal. His eyes were wild in his head and all I could hear was heavy breathing and curses and him trying to get into my head that I was bad. That I was the problem, I hurt him not the other way around.

‘You see what you made me do?’ That was his favorite line after hurting my brother and myself when we were children.

'You are the reason your mother cries, you are the reason I am so unhappy. Don't you love me, Brianna? Look what you do to this family when you disobey me. You see what you make me do?’ I could hear the voice of my past speaking when my father in front of me wasn't.

I screamed and shouted until finally I heard a voice.