Late on a Saturday

Late on a Saturday night, Sandra was hanging out at her house with her fiance Noel and his friend Tommy. When suddenly there was a knock on the door, Noel got up from the couch where all three had been sitting. Opening the door, four guys with black ski masks and guns came barging in. Three guys run and surround Sandra and Tommy on the couch, while Noel had a gun to his head by the last guy. For a few moments, they all seemed frozen until the guy standing closest to Sandra sat grabbed her up by the arm, and he said -

"Let's GO!"  (Sandra screams)

Noel - "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"

Noel screams at the men as he tries to move towards Sandra. The guy standing with his gun at Noel's head, he stayed silent he just clocked his gun back. Noel froze, he felt himself start to cry as he watched as his fiancee was pulled into the back of the house by one of the men in ski masks. Shortly after watching her disappear, Noel hears a door slam. As quickly as the door shuts, the second guy by Tommy left to go to the back.

In the back, Sandra sat on the bathroom floor as the guy just stood there over her. She starts to feel her heart faster and faster when suddenly she sees another masked man walk in. She automatically starts crying what feels like uncontrollably, not realizing that one guy had left out of the bathroom.  With her head in between her legs, the sound of her crying echoed off the tiles, she felt a hand on her back and another on her leg. Sandra flinched with each touch which caused her to she start to cry harder. The man then hugs her and kisses her softly on the top of her head. Sandra couldn't even imagine what was going to happen to her, crying more she finally can hear another voice other than hers.

"Sandra.... this might look bad, but I just need to talk to you."

Surprised shocked, stunned and all the other "S" words that applied, Sandra darted her head up, wiped her eyes to see clearly and what she saw almost caused her to pass out.... it was her ex-boyfriend Brandon.

Sandra - "Holy shit..."

Brandon - "Sandra, now please stay calm and hear me out..."

Before Brandon could get another word in, Sandra cut him off.

Sandra - " What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Are you out of your mind?! If you needed to say something you could've sent a text, called, or e-mailed. Brandon, you could've fucking sent a message via carrier pigeon for all I care. You have guns and are keeping me as a hostage, I think we're past hearing anything rationally out."

Brandon - "I knew you'd never listen to a word I said, especially now that you're engaged to that puss-pocket out front..."

Sandra -" Puss pocket? Seriously? Brandon I don't know what you expected from doing this BUT I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU. I'm going to walk out of this bathroom and call the police. And the only time you'll be able to "be heard" is through jail mail you bitch!"

Sandra leaped up off the floor and towards the door, Brandon stops her.

Brandon - "Sandra please, I know I may not have handled this correctly but I NEED to talk you... I fucked up letting you go and ..."

Brandon starts to breakdown and cry, Sandra looks at him in disgust.

Sandra - "Brandon, stop fucking crying. This is enough honestly. I'm getting out this bathroom and going to MY fiancee. Now please move, let's not make this worse than it already is"

As Sandra reached out for the door a second time she gets the door ajar, Brandon slams the door close and pushes Sandra onto the floor. As he stands over her, he wipes his tears off his face and just stares at Sandra. Sandra tries to get up but Brandon pushes her back down, scared Sandra pleads with Brandon to let her go..

Sandra - "Brandon, please stop. Stop this before it gets out of hand. This isn't right and you know it, let me go. "

As Sandra continues to speak, Brandon continues to stand over her speechless just wiping his face. Sandra continues to beg him to let her leave. After she asks him once more, she realizes that he's not going to let her go. She immediately starts screaming to her fiancee,

Sandra - "ITS BRANDON, ITS JUST BRANDON! HELP ME! CALL THE COPS! ITS JUST..."

Brandon kicks her in the face causing Sandra to pass out on impact. Brandon gets a knife and rope from his back pocket, he takes the knife and cuts off all of her shirt. He turns the shower on to freezing cold, as he goes back to her body he ties up her arms and legs. He smacks her once in the face to see if shes coherent and she barely opens up her eyes. Sandra still in a fog like state, Brandon smiles seeing her in pain and tosses her onto the shower floor, as her body made its way into the shower, she wakes right up as the freezing water hits her body. She screams but her scream stops immediately when her head hits the shower tiles, as blood starts to flow down her head and mixes into a pink-ish color when it meets the water. She tries to scoot out the shower but Brandon takes the rope holding her feet together and ties it to the shower-head. Blood going down the shower drain, as ice water hits Sandra directly on her face, she doesn't move at all barely moving her eyelids to blink. Brandon walks out the bathroom door and closes it behind him. He walks into the living room where his friends have already tied up the guys and locked them in a closet nearby.

Brandon - "Pull the car up to the garage and put those guys in the trunk, I'm going to try to talk to her one more time before we go".

 His friends walk out the front door to the car, while Brandon made his way to the bathroom. He turns the shower off, picks up Sandra's ice-cold body and carries her into the master bedroom across the hall.

Brandon laid her on the bed as he felt the walls for a light switch, he heard her shivering. He turned the light on and looked over at her, she looked so fragile at this moment. As Brandon started to walk over to her, he gags while looking at her soaking wet and tied on the bed. He tries to touch her but as soon as he reaches out to her, she cries and winces at his hand. He retracts his hand immediately and starts to panic and yells at her,

"SHUT UP!"

Brandon puts the gun to her head and she cries even harder, he takes the gun and puts it on his temple. As he goes to pull the trigger, someone barges into the room without hesitation Brandon shoots at them. One of the two guys Brandon came with stood frozen near the door, a little shocked but surprisingly not mad or worried about his safety in the slightest, he ignored it. Even though he barely missed his friend with the bullet, Brandon screams madly at him :

"What the fuck dude! I told you NOT to come back here at all, NO MATTER WHAT YOU HEARD!"

"Brandon, your...your..yourr brother is outside! He is banging on the front door, I don't know how he found us or anything but he chased Max to the front door with a knife. He wants you to come out right now, or he's going to call the cops..."

Brandon stopped listening to him after he mentioned his brother. "How could you find me? How did you know I was going to be here?" Brandon though to himself. As soon as he went to tell his friend what to do, he heard a loud BANG. Both he and his friend looked each other directly into each others eyes in a panic.

"Fuck!" Brandon whispered. "That fucker is definitely in the house...FUCK!!!"

Brandon tossed his friend a gun from his waistband,

"Go to the front and try to take care of him..If not just get Max and come back in here. I gotta put her somewhere..."

"But what about the guy...her fiancee, he's still in the front closet?"

"FUCK, DERRICK! JUST LEAVE HIM  AND FUCKING GET MAX!"

Without hesitation, Derrick ran out of the room and down the hall to the front of the house. 

Sandra started to scream knowing that someone else was coming to help her. As Sandra screams, Brandon turns the lights off and begins to frantically look around the room for a place to hide Sandra and escape without his brother or the police catching him. Finally after a few seconds Brandon decides to shove Sandra under the bed, he slaps her in the mouth to stop her from screaming and she does. As he covers her mouth, he whispers to her :

"Listen,I'm gonna need you to shut the fuck up, Okay? I am sorry about everything that has happened within the last 7 months. I just thought I could come her and make you love me back...but I was wrong. I am going to put you under the bed and leave out the window, after that you can run out of here...okay?"

Sandra looks Brandon in the eyes and looks at him with absolute hatred and disgust. She says nothing but slowly nods her head in agreement. Brandon grabs her and pushes her body under the bed, he starts to get up and then he hears another bang. Brandon immediately looks at the door, he rushes towards the window fumbling to open it due to him repeatedly looking over his shoulders. As soon as Brandon lifts the window frame... -BOOM- The room door slams open and there standing in the door frame is Brandon's older brother Clive, a gun pointed start at him. Brandon completely stopped what he was doing and faced his brother.

"Brandon, what the fuck is going on right now? Where is Sandra?"

Brandon just blankly stares back at Clive, not saying a word he points to the bed. Clive looks over to the bed confused at first glance but he sees Sandra's' head poke out from under the bed.

"Holy Shit! Sandra can you move? Are you okay? Get from under there please, come on everything is okay now."

Clive talks to Sandra while keeping his gun pointed at his brother. Sandra slowly begins to cry under the bed.

"Are you okay? Sandra..."

"Brandon...Brandon tied me...up. I can't move my legs...Where's Noel? Is he okay?" Sandra sobs.

"Nothing happened to that useless sack of.." Brandon yells at Sandra without hesitation.

"BRANDON ENOUGH!" Clive yells at his brother. "GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND INTERLOCK YOUR FINGERS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

Brandon became fearsome when he heard his brother yell at him in such a manner and did exactly what he was told.

"Clive, please. I'm sorry, I know I fucked up but...this is YOUR fault! If you just would've left things alone, Sandra and I would be in love..."

"NO, Brandon I should've stopped you a long time ago... You're dangerous, I ... I should've left you where you belonged but you're right, THIS is MY fault and I'm going to take care of YOU!" Clive says angrily.

"Clive, please! Please, I'm sorry for eve.."

Clive walks directly up to his brother and pets the top of his head. Clive interrupts Brandon,

"I am so so sorry and I've always loved you..My baby brother."

Clive kisses Brandon on the top of his head, Brandon begins to cry and grabs a hold of Brandon's leg like a scared child.

Clive looks away and point the gun on top of his brothers head .. -BANG- Brandon's body pushes heavily on his brothers leg. Clive's leg starts to soak with blood...Clive bends down and grabs his brothers limp body and places him gently on the floor. Sandra screams in the background as Clive grabs the quilt off the bed and places it over Brandon's body.