Off Limits, Brother's Best Friend Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Who Do I Have To Kill?

Brianna

“Hey! What are you doing?” I heard a  man's voice from a distance, the sidewalk most likely. My father whirled around and when he saw people were beginning to notice, he ran off, leaving me curled up on the ground, sobbing and in pain 

“Are you okay, Miss?” I heard the voice come closer. I whimpered for not to touch me, I needed a minute to catch my breath from the blows to my back and sides.

“Should I call the police?” He asked.

Police, Callan and Bryce don't want police around. They would be pissed if I brought even more attention to myself than I already have with detective Nasa on my tail 

“No, no.” I tried sitting up, I sucked in a sharp breath and cringed hugging myself. Everything hurts.

“Please, just help me to the entrance of the building.” I said to the man and the woman who was still behind him on the sidewalk covering her mouth in shock at my condition.

I have blood smeared all on my face, I know I do. I slowly tried standing up and the poor man tried to help me but everything he grabbed just made me cry out in pain again. I slowly got to my knees and from my knees, I got to my feet. I was dizzy and overwhelmed and I just wanted to disappear. Something sharp stung through my side each time I even breath. He has never beat me this badly before. This was a new one for him. Slowly, the man and woman started walking me to the entrance of the club. I don't know why I wanted to go aside from hiding while I try to pull myself together. Oh and for Bryce, wait, shit. That wasn't Bryce texting me, it was my father pretending to me Bryce to lure me here. Idiot, Brianna Fletcher. He didn't want to confront me at my building because detective Nasa had to have told him we live in a very secure place. Fúck him, both of them. When the bouncer saw me, he didn't know what to think of me.

“Please, I need to go in. I am Bryce Fletcher's sister.” I managed to get out of my tight and raw throat. From the screaming and crying but also from the tightness in my whole body.

I was clenching in pain and also in shock. When he quickly escorted me in, I went right to the area I know the office to be in. The bouncer told me it would be locked but unlocked it for me, he left me there after I told him to go. I just limped to the sofa and laid down on it, I brought my knees to my chest and hugged myself in the fetal position while I cried. I don't know how long I was there for before someone came through the door suddenly.

“Brianna?” I heard a panicked voice and someone came barreling towards me but I kept my eyes squeezed shut.

“Look at me, Brianna. What happened? What hurts?” Callan dropped to his knees beside me and tried uncurling me from the fetal position. I cried out in pain and he quickly removed his hands.

“Brianna, please tell me what happened?” He brushes my hair out of my face.

Oh my gosh, I have blood all over my face and my clothes are dirty from being dragged across the ground and thrown down and being kicked. I must look awful.

“Callan?” I released a sob. He slowly uncurled me and sat me up. He dropped on the sofa and pulled me into his lap.

“Brianna, who do I have to kill? Did Roy Vortex do this?” His voice was tight and I was surprised he would even think that. I lifted my head but winced again.

“My father,” I finally got the truth out.

I watched as something sinister crossed through his expression. His eyes looked dark in his head and his jaw tightened until I thought his jaw would pop.

“What?” His voice was somehow even deeper and darker than ever before.

“Please, Callan, just hold me for a second.” I found myself saying. 

I felt like a child but I was so unnerved and upset, I just needed to be held. He complied with my request immediately.

“What hurts, Brianna?” He had his arm around me but not squeezing me.

“Everything,” I mumbled. I felt his heart beating fast from where my head and shoulder rested on his body. I was curled up in his lap, his breathing increased slightly.

“I want to take you to the hospital, Brianna.” I could feel him dipping his head to look at me.

“I am making you dirty?” I ignored his request and frowned when I saw my blood smeared on him.

“Come on, let's get you cleaned up and I will take you to the emergency room. You won't have to wait, I have people in my pocket there.” He tried jumping into action.

“Where is Bryce?” I had to ask.

“On his way,” he replied..

“How did you know?” I asked.

“My bouncer called me, telling me a badly beaten girl claiming to be Bryce's sister had just gone up to my office. So I called your brother just right after that.” His voice was so tight, I can tell he is trying to remain calm for my sake but he is anything but calm. His hand kept me brushing my hair out of my face and my heart flipped when I felt him kiss the top of my head.

“I will fix this, Brianna. I should have fixed it last year but I respected your brother's wishes. I won't do it again.” He told me.

“What will you do?” I croaked out, my throat hurts, my body hurts, my head and heart hurts.

Before he could answer me the door burst open, Bryce stopped and tried rajin in the scene to under what he was seeing. Me curled into his best friend's lap while he cradled me and gently brushed back my hair. Me with a bloody face.

“Brianna, what the hell happened? Oh my gosh.” He barreled towards me the same way Callan had and dropped in front of us.

“Bryce, father did this to  me.” I sucked in a breath and started to sob again.

What…” he actually froze for a minute.

“Father did this to you?” His voice sounded hurt and confused and strained.

“We need to take her to the hospital, Bryce. She said everything hurts.” Callan snapped my brother out of his sudden daze

Just as I felt like the little child who was helpless against her father. I saw Bryce spin back to that little boy who wasn't strong enough to beat his father for hurting his baby sister. I could see it in his helpless eyes.

***

Three fractured ribs, contusion on seventy percent of my body, cuts from being dragged on the concrete, a lacerated inner cheek needing stitches and a sprained ankle. My face was just naturally swollen from the punches and bruised around the eyes and especially near the mouth and jaw where I cut my face with my teeth. I was lucky that he didn't break my nose though, it did bleed a lot and I think it is because I blocked my face so much which is partially why my arms are severely bruised as is my torso, legs and back. Once they treated me, they decided I should stay in the hospital to watch out for any internal bleeding that may occur when the abdomen and torso get struck that way.

Bryce and Callan never left my side even when I wanted them to, I couldn't look at them. I didn't want them to see me this way, I used to hide my brights or red marks with make-up and clothes but I can't hide this. I can't even take in a large breath without the dizzying pain shooting through my broken ribs. I covered my face with the cover and wouldn't talk to them. My brother kept apologizing to me and Callan kept touching me anyway he could. Taking my hand, brushing my knuckles with his thumb and trying to push back my hair even when my face was covered. He would rub very lightly on my legs or whatever else he could do. They asked me to stop hiding but I wouldn't.

The wounds weren't only physical, my psyche broke tonight and the thing I have feared since running away in the first place has finally happened to me. It took so many years but he did it. He found me and he beat me the way I knew he wanted. He said it was me who was wrong for what I did to him. He was delusional, absolutely deranged. He truly believes himself, I don't understand how he does it. He finally thinks I am a bad daughter and a disgrace and apparently a whore. That was a new one that he never accused me of before.

I told my brother it is not his fault and to stop apologizing but I could hear the hurt in his voice. Tonight opened an old wound for him.

“I should have done something, you were right, Callan. It shouldn't have gotten this far.” I heard him whisper to his friend when they thought I was asleep.