A Bad Experience

Brienne's POV

It hurts to think about her. Why would she leave me? We had so much to live for. Together. I thought we would never be alone, but things changed. Dramatically.

I rung up her brother since I had kept his cell number in my phone for a while. After three rings he finally picked up. I was shaking and sobbing whilst on the phone so it must've been embarrassing for me but I couldn't care less at that moment.

"What the hell do you want, Bri!?" Callum hollered as soon as the third ring stopped. I jumped and silenced her sobbing. "I-I wanted t-t-to t-talk to y-you-u-" my stuttering was uncontrollable as I tried to hold back my cries. "My place in ten. DON'T be late, and don't go anywhere but May's room." He was just a notch below shouting. "O-ok, yes sir, C-Callum." I proceeded to stutter, unable to take control. "Don't dare to call me by my name again." He yelled once again and hung up on me.

I got myself ready to go in a short amount of time, heading to his place on foot. It was only a few minute walk. Once I arrived, I hesitated to walk in but gathered myself together and headed through the front door. I slowly walked to May's room and when I got to the door, I looked around.

There were still blood stains on her pristine white sheets. Blood on her seal-gray nightstand. Blood on her freshly polished wood flooring. Well, not exactly "her's" anymore. Then the same butcher knife she used to take her own life, covered in blood..

Just seconds after I walked into her room someone had turned me around by my shoulder violently. That same person slammed me against the wall and pinned down my wrists above my head, practically pressing himself against me. His ragged breath lingered on the top of my head. Callum.