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2025-04-13 18:48:05Freya's POV
I lay on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, searching for something, anything, to catch my attention. I had been cooped up in the house for days, and I was starting to feel like a prisoner.
I munched on a handful of popcorn, the salty flavor momentarily distracting me from my boredom. But as the minutes ticked by, I found myself growing restless once again.
Just as I was starting to think that I was going to lose my mind from sheer boredom, I heard a knock at the door.
I sat up straight, my heart beating slightly faster with excitement. Who could it be? Brandon was at work, and I wasn't expecting any deliveries.
I tossed the remote control onto the coffee table and swung my legs over the side of the couch. I padded over to the door, my curiosity piqued.
I peered through the peephole, and my eyes widened in surprise. It was Bryan, again. What was he doing here?
For a man who easily got married to my best friend behind my back he sure cannot take NO for an answer.
I opened the door, a tired look spreading across my face. "What do you want Bryan?"
At first, I felt a pang of anxiety as I wasn't exactly sure what to expect. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw a familiar spark of anger and resentment and I began to wonder to myself
Was he always like this? Was he always so angry and resentful? was I actually that stupid?
"What do you want, Bryan?" I asked again, trying to keep my tone neutral.
"I want to talk to you," he said, his voice low and menacing as he pushed past me into the house. "I want to know why you married that guy."
I sighed, feeling a sense of frustration. "Bryan, we've been over this. I'm married now, and I'm happy. You need to accept that and move on, considering you tried humiliating me last night in front of your family, you sure have a lot of nerve still coming here to ask me such nonsense."
But Bryan’s expression only darkened. "You're not happy," he spat. "You're just pretending to be. You're just a stupid, selfish..."
I felt a surge of anger at his words, and I cut him off. "How dare you!" I shouted. "I'm not stupid or selfish. I'm just trying to move on with my life, and you're trying to hold me back, you're married to Rachelle already, what more do you want?."
Bryan’s face turned red with rage, and he started screaming at me. "I want you! You're mine!" he yelled. "You'll always be mine! You'll never be happy with anyone else."
I felt a chill run down my spine at his words, chill of his cringe stupidity. This was not the Bryan I thought I knew. This was a stranger, a man consumed by anger and obsession.
"Get out," I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady. "Get out of my house and out of my life."
But Bryan just laughed, a cold, menacing sound. "I'll never leave you alone," he said. "You'll always be mine."
I was still shouting at Bryan, trying to get him to leave me alone, when I saw Brandon walk into the room. His eyes scanned the scene before him, and his expression darkened with anger.
"Bryan, what the hell is going on here?" Brandon demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Bryan turned to face him, his eyes flashing with defiance. "This doesn't concern you, Brandon," he spat.
But Brandon was undeterred. He strode across the room, his fists clenched at his sides. "You're in my house, threatening my wife," he growled. "That makes it my concern."
The argument between Brandon and Bryan escalated, with both men shouting over each other. I tried to intervene, but my voice was hoarse from screaming, and my head was spinning.
Suddenly, everything went black.
I felt myself falling, but I couldn't stop it. I was aware of Brandon's voice, shouting my name, but it was distant and muffled.
And then, darkness.
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