Don't Forget to Breathe **

Warning: This chapter contains abuse and sexual content that may be distressing to some readers.

Reader Discretion is Advised

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KALANA'S POV

'You can do this! Just open the door.' I repeated that statement to myself 100 times. I just don't understand why I can't face the truth behind the door now. I did it earlier! Was it the alcohol? That must be it.

I rarely drink and it was all because of Andy. He doesn't know how to control his alcohol. He would always do this stupid thing where he claims sobriety an hour after leaving he hospital for alcohol poisoning and then less than a week later, he's passed out on a bar. I will not miss those calls. Not even his friends wanted to deal with him when he would binge drink. I mean who would. A twenty-two year old college senior who couldn't get his shit together because college is for getting fucked up. Right?

But alcoholism is a real thing. Is it okay for me to leave him when he's off the wagon... wait. Is he on the wagon. Whatever, if he's on a wagon, it's the wrong one. But does that justify the damage he's done to our relationship.

No!!! I can take fights and I can handle conflict, but sleeping around ... No! He's gone too far! And what an asshole! He tried to convince me to ditch the condoms.

Ugh!!!

Okay, breathe!

Ahhhh!!!

Why can't I do this?

If I was dressed as Kali, this would be a whole different ball game! I know we are the same person, but that mask is real! That mask is viewed by millions and nothing could bring that mask down.

But I'm here, without a mask, having to face some very real shit. If this was Kali, she'd pull out the phone and record the drama that was destined to unfold, but again, the phone is under my damn pillow!

"Fuck!!!" I could hear Andy screaming from behind the door. Quickly coming to my sense, I knew I shouldn't be here. I have to run. I am not ready to face that right now. I'd rather "face" this demon another time. Maybe after the hangover has passed.

The door handle started to shake, so I ran straight over to Dean's apartment and hid behind the garbage can that sat next to his door. I couldn't find air. It was like my chest was beating on the outside. I continued to press my body against the wall, as if I could melt into it.

Crash!

That sounded like a broken bottle or glass.

Smash!

Glass was now flying in my direction.

Smash!

'When is this going to stop? I'm fucked' I couldn't help but have a conversation with myself. 'And why my glassware?'

I guess Miss Jess was gone because she wouldn't have calmed him down. I know I don't know her, but something about her felt safe and comforting. I guess because she had nothing to hide. 'Is that what a free spirit is?'

Shatter!

Glass began to shower over me. I need to get out of here. The stairs is about thirty feet away. An easy escape, but if he sees me... What would happen?

I peeked through the gap of the wall and the can, but Andy was no where to be seen. He must have gone to break more of my shit inside the apartment. I know this is not the time for an eye roll, but I couldn't help it. I kept my eyes focused on my door, making sure he wasn't coming out, but even if he did, by the time I get to the stairs, I can out run him, and there is no way he would chase me outside. I slowly raised myself up, only to be greeted with one massive hand around my neck.

"And where the fuck do you think you are going?" Andy's grey eyes turned to frost; hollow and angry; and his voice was even more chilling. His grip was so tight, I couldn't even gasp for air, let alone make a sound. He pulled me away from the wall and dragged me to my apartment. His bare feet were covered in blood from walking through the broken glass, but he seemed unfazed by the injury.

"Do you mind explaining this note?"He waved the note I had written earlier. "What do you mean 'You're done with me.'? This isn't some one night stand you can run away from. You are mine. You will do what I say." He words sent shivers down my spine.

He grabbed a pair a panties from the floor and shoved them in my mouth and wrapped his neck tie around my mouth. He was so strong. Each movement made, he managed to keep on hand on me to make sure I couldn't leave. Now, I'm being gagged with Miss Jess's dirty panties. He pulled my arms up and ripped my pants down. 'I don't want this. How am I going to get out of here?' I kept thinking of what I could do, but this is an Andy I have never seen before. He's going to rape me in my own home. He took his free hand and started to rub my pussy before shoving his fingers inside me. I screamed through the gag, but it was so muffled, I doubt anyone could hear.

"Shut up Bitch!" I had never heard Andy say this to me before. He was a complete monster and I was going to be completely taken over by him. Tears started falling from my eyes. All I could do is hold them shut, so I didn't have to see the savage in front of me.

But I heard my front door slam open and Andy was ripped off of me. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" Andy screamed. "Can't you see - "

He was quickly silenced as I opened my eyes to see Dean throwing his fist into Andy's face. I quickly pulled my pants back up and untied the gag. Dean pulled Andy out of my apartment and handed him over to 3 men in suits. "Take him to the police station. You know know what to say." Dean ordered the men.

"What are you doing here?" I was utterly confused why Dean came to my rescue.

"Your door was open and I heard him call you 'Bitch.' You said you don't do 'Bitch' play." He explained with no effort. "Plus, there is glass shattered all over the hall and in front of my door."

I was losing air again. 'What did he see? How could I be violated in such a way and face this man?' A million other questions raced through my mind. But I was immediately calmed by a soft and gentle touch on my knee.

"It's over. Don't forget to breathe."