The Mind of Reign Brooder

Thirteen

"Brandon is it bad that I want some cookies?" I ask as I walk into the room from using the bathroom. I pull my glasses off, lay down next to him, and turn to face him.

"Reign it's 2:00 in the morning, what store is open right about now?"

"I want to make some. I haven't baked anything in a while. Just come keep me company it feels weird to walk around the house by myself in the middle of the night when my parents are here."

"No, I'm going to sleep."

"Come on Brandon!"

"No."

"You're boring." I groan and flick him off. He turns the other way and wraps the blanket around his body pulling it off of me.

Frustrated I stand quickly from the bed and stomp over to his side of the bed. I yank the blanket off of him and throw it on the floor.

"You're really being a dick right now." I snap. He rolls his eyes and turns the other way.

"So you're ignoring me now? Okay Brandon." I shout angrily.

I pick the blanket back up off the floor and walk back over to my side of the bed. I lay down and turn away from Brandon. I stare at the wall for a second my head racing with thoughts of arguing with him and cursing him out. 

"You're not even going to give me any of the blanket?" He asks. I completely ignore him and continue staring at the wall.

"Reign give me some of the blanket."

I stay silent and don't even look over at him.

He yanks the blanket off of me and pulls me to look at him. I squint my eyes and turn away to look at the wall. He groans and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to look at him.

"What's your problem?" He asks annoyed.

"What the hell is your problem?! You're the one that started being a jerk! Now you're mad at me because I was leaving you alone since you want to go to sleep so bad! So leave me alone and take your ass to sleep."

"Reign don't be like that."

"Oh so I'm the bad guy now?! Fuck you Brandon." I push his hand off of me and stand from the bed. I walk to the middle of the room and before I can walk any farther Brandon grabs me and stops me from walking.

"Brandon move."

He doesn't respond.

"Brandon get your hands off of me!" I shout and try to pull my wrists out of his hands. He just tightens his grip.

"Brandon get your motherfucking hands off of me!" I shout even louder not caring is my parents hear me or not.

He doesn't respond.

"Oh so you're giving me the silent treatment now?! Fuck you Brandon! Fuck you! I should have taken you home today like you asked but no I wanted you to stay. Get the hell off of me Brandon right now I am not playing with you anymore!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Stop screaming at me." He says cooly and tightens his grip even further.

"Brandon you're hurting me stop!" I scream out in pain and have to stop myself from kneeing him in the crotch.

He looks me dead in the eyes and sighs heavily. He lets go of my wrists and walks towards the bed.

"I don't understand you! Why are you so upset?!" I shout.

"I'm not upset." He sighs and runs his fingers through his messy hair.

"Then why are you being a dick to me? Is this because I mentioned Elaine? I know she's dead but you need to get over her! She cheated on you, not the other way around! I was there for you when she died! I was there for you when she cheated on you! Now you're mad at me because I just mentioned her name! I told you how my fucking relationship with Leanne died! I'm trying so hard to be a good girlfriend to you and you're being a fucking dick to me! Get the hell out of my house Brandon! Find your own fucking way home because I am not driving you!"