He came through

BROOKE IS BACK AT ANDY'S NOW

~Brooke's Pov~

I get rammed into again and again, this feeling is sickening. Andy would be disgusted at the looks of this, I feel disgusted. Brian thrusts into me again, over and over making my body ache. I feel him let out inside me and I lay there, surrounded in blood from the cuts and scratches of the fight I had for myself before this happened. I hear a whisper in my ear, "He enjoyed the show." I turned to look and Andy stands there staring at me with a sly smirk on his face and then saying let him have a kick at it. No Andy! What are you doing!? Don't look at me like this! NO, STOP!! JUST STOP!!-

(Brooke's has been raped more than 5 times by Brian now)

I wake up with sweat surrounding my body and feel Andy hugging me and holding me close, whispering it'll be okay. I start crying to the damaging nightmare again, thats the 4th time this week, and its Thursday. I lean onto Andy's chest and feel the warmth beneath me, I just don't want that life anymore.

I cry silently letting tears fall off my face onto Andy's chest, why do I have this in my head. I look at Andy in his big ocean blue eyes and just feel fear towards him now, I push away from Andy and sit on the opposite side of the bed. "Brooke, tell me why your so scared of me now. I can't handle not knowing what your dreams are about, tell me please." Andy pleads

"I can't Andy!" I shout.

"Just tell me Bree! " I widened my eyes and realize what he just said to me.

"Did you just-" I snap at him.

"I'm sorry Brooke, just-" I cut him off with rapid crying and yelling.

"No, call me Bree again Andy! I mean you probably only loved me because I look like her, you're such an ass!"

"That's not true Brooke!" He pleads at me.

"Oh really, look me in the eye and tell me you don't think I'm her! DO IT ANDY!" I scream.

"I Can't! Just listen to me Bre- I mean Brooke, Fuck." Andy lashes at me.

"Fucking save it, I'm going home." I grab my bag and slam open his door, I run downstairs and out his front door without a word.

I walk to my house and slip in the key, my parents aren't home again at this time. I walk in and hear excessive banging and moaning from upstairs, my step-brother's new slut. I walk upstairs and go into my room still hearing those scaring noises not too far from my room, it's almost unbearable. I can't believe Andy, he hurt me.....he really hurt me.

I lay in my bed and cover my ears with my pillows and just stare at the ceiling while my brother fucks some skank right next door. I suddenly hear nothing, just silence. He must've been done with her ass, I get up and walk to my door and quickly lock it so he can't come in. I want someone who can protect me from that beast, but the one who did only loved me cause I was his replacement. I lay on my bed not wanting to leave it, so I won't. I don't.

~Andy's Pov~

It's been two weeks since Brooke's gone to school (university), I hope she didn't......no she wouldn't. I text her in all my music practices saying i'm sorry, and calling but she won't pick up. Her step brother's at school everyday, so he must be doing fucking peachy. It's almost time to leave, I need to see Brooke again, god damn it!

~Brooke's Pov~

I lay in my bed sad and just broken, ever since what's been happening I never wanna do anything again. Cutting has been a daily thing lately, my parents are divorced, but my dad is married to Tracy now and if i need anything i've been stuck with my dad. My step brother has been coming in my room every night raping me on a daily basis and doesn't give a flying fuck, I just sit here and think of Andy and how I should apologize for overreacting, but I can never leave.

I hear the front door to the house open, dad left so that means.....Brian. I sit up in my bed, hurry and run to my bathroom and close and lock the door. I hear him jolt up the stairs and into my room, he makes his way to the bathroom door and knocks politely as if he cared. "Brooke, come on and open the door now." He says voice still.

"No, i'm fucking tired of you hurting me!" I lash at him and hear a slam his fist on the door.

"Open the fucking door Brooke, or this time i'll make it hurt." I hear and I don't do it, but he slips his license through the door and storms in. He grabs me by my hair and drags me out the bathroom and onto my bedroom floor, he flips me over and sits on top of me.

"Get Off!" I scream and spit in his face. He slaps me and leaves a scratch above my eyebrow, I push and yell but he puts his hand on my mouth like always. He rips my shirt and my bra sticks out, he rips my bra off and has my bare breast exposed. He takes my hair again and flings me on my bed, as I sit there he unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to the floor showing his boxers. He crawled on the bed over to me, he pulled out a switchblade and told me if I didn't play my part........he'd kill me.

He slides my shorts off and rips my panties off my body, I squeeze my legs shut but he tries to pry them open. He pushes my legs open and just rams into me without warning, I felt my insides tear apart and bleed. I was being brutally tortured and no one knew, after today i'm telling Andy. He thrusts inside me rapidly till I hear our front door open, but apparently Brian doesn't. So I do a dangerous thing and let out a short scream, and hear rapid foot steps. To see an enraged Andy at my door...