Brandon Riley

Brandon Riley || 33 || Dominant Montague Family Doc Unclaimed [This is a mature, 18+ NSFW role-play blog that contains explicit and potentially triggering content] [sideblog]

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

“Okay.” She agreed easily, knowing it wasn’t quiet an order but still she obeyed anyways and just closed her eyes, focusing on keeping her breaths even instead of on the pounding of her head. Finally though they brought the papers and Alex let Brandon help fill them out and make sure she had everything needed before finally putting her own clothes back on (she still wanted to shred them, burn them, never see them again) and headed out.

 She let him help her from the wheelchair into the car, holding onto him as her head spun and she just let him take care of her, keeping still for him to buckle her in and move around to the other side. “Advils and stuff…yeah.” She agreed, looking over to him and not even hesitating this time as she reached for his hand, only grabbing the tips of his fingers but still giving them a squeeze, “Thank you..again. I..I don’t know what I would’ve done without you tonight.”

Brandon let Alex hold his hand as he started driving, figuring it would be a comfort for her. He knew he was getting too close, knew from the looks of her doctors and nurses what it’d looked like. Knew that Alex probably should’ve called anyone else. But he could hardly abandon her, especially when she’d been so hurt and afraid. He’d made a promise, even if he knew he should stay away.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” Brandon said softly, starting back toward the tower. “I’ll always come for you, doesn’t matter how late it is.” That was the truth, and that scared him. It’d been a long time since he’d gotten so close to someone and it was a scary though. “Are you going to be alright tonight?”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex exhaled shakily, looking to him for a moment more before nodding and letting the nurse take her out of the room. Her anxieties were through the roof the whole time, trying not to fidget as they scanned her head and her wrist, tossing around medical jargon that made zero sense to her and she wished she’d asked Brandon to come in with her, just so he could make sense of it, if nothing else. 

After what felt like hours she was finally allowed to go back to her room, the tenseness of her shoulders dissipating slightly once she saw Brandon sitting there still but still, she frowned when the doctor denied him. “He…he can see. I’m okay with it. He’s my um..” What? What could she say? “He’s my emergency contact after all..” She missed the look the nurse tossed between the two of them before she followed the doctor out, and once alone again Alex turned her attention back to Brandon, listening as he spoke. She was a bit surprised by the proposition but she could still sense that he was tense, so if it was something he needed, she’d happily do it and she smiled softly at him, nodding, “Alright, I can do that. For now though….can we finally get out of here?”

Brandon sighed softly, giving Alex an indulgent little smile. “Yes, we can get out of here as soon as they bring back your discharge papers. For now, just sit back and take it easy, sweetheart.” He took a seat by Alex’s bedside again, staring up at the tiny little TV, occasionally glancing over at her.

It didn’t take long for the discharge papers to come. Brandon carefully helped her to the car, getting her in the passenger’s seat and buckled up before moving around to the driver’s side. “Alright - let’s get you home now... Do you have ibuprofen at home? We can stop and get you some. You’ll want it - it’ll help with swelling and the pain...”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

She’d rather not go at all. When her mother died the doctors tried telling her to go to therapy for help processing. Instead she packed a bag and left. “We’ll see..” She murmured, still not totally agreeing to it. She was quiet, watching him smooth over the lines of the blanket and she could feel his anxieties.. and she wanted to soothe them away. She wanted to make sure he was okay more than herself, and once again she was struck with the feeling of if that should scare her or not.

Before she could think on it much longer though the nurse was coming in with a wheelchair, the poor woman looking in Brandon’s direction as if waiting for him to chew her head off but instead he just helped Alex sit up better and transfer to the chair, something close to panic flittering through her eyes as he spoke. She wanted to ask him to come with her but she held it back, swallowing down her nerves, “Promise?” She asked instead, biting her lip as she looked him over.

“I promise.” Brandon offered her a small little smile, nodding toward the nurse to go ahead and take her back. And Brandon kept his promise, staying in the room until the nurse brought her back once the X-ray was complete. He pulled up a chair, diligently sitting by her bedside while they waited.

Despite Brandon’s protests, the doctor wouldn’t show him the X-ray, insisting instead that everything was fine, that Alex would need some rest and plenty of ibuprofen, but there was nothing serious. Although relieved, the anxiety still gnawed in the pit of his belly that something could be wrong. “Maybe you can come to the clinic this week,” Brandon said softly after the doctor had left. “You know, hang out. Just in case.” He wasn’t sure what exactly he was so worried about - if it were any other patient, he was sure he would’ve agreed.

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex bit her lip, wincing when he pressed down against one of the bruised spots on her belly but other than that nothing was overtly painful. She let out a breath as he pulled back, nodding in agreement with getting the x-ray and when he rose the bed up she shifted, trying her best with only one hand to pull herself up into a better sitting position. 

She looked down at their hands again, turning hers to catch his fingers, squeezing them gently as she nodded again. “I’ll hold you to it.” She told him softly, another attempt to diffuse some of the tension, another little attempt of a smile on her lips. She went quiet at the next bit, “Like….therapy?” she bit her lip, looking down as she sighed a bit, “I’ll think about it..” She told him in lieu of outright agreeing, “For now I’d rather just get all these tests over with so I can go home. Worry about everything else tomorrow.”

“You don’t have to go tomorrow, of course. But you’ll want to once we get you all healed up,” Brandon said softly, fussing with her blanket again. Mostly because he felt helpless. He couldn’t be a doctor here, much as he wanted to be. And he couldn’t take Alex back to his office - not when the X-ray was here.

“It won’t be much longer. They should be in for X-ray soon...” Just as Brandon spoke, the nurse had returned, regarding him warily as she pushed a wheelchair next to Alex’s bed. Without a word to the nurse, he helped move Alex to the chair. “I’ll be right here when you get back, alright?”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex felt more vulnerable in the gown, drilled it home that something bad happened and she swallowed hard, trying to keep her thoughts on track. She accepted his help back onto the bed, her head still spinning a bit and she sighed, closing her eyes for a second.

She listened as he spoke though, feeling the blanket covering her legs again before she nodded and moved, finding it easier to focus when he asked her to do things for him, like an almost-order, making it so it was more reflexive to obey. She stayed still as the bed was made to lay flat, trying to repress any faint memories of seeing her mom laying sick in a bed just like this, in the same type of gown, same type of room. She blinked up at him instead, focusing on his face as he spoke, “Alright.” She agreed quietly before shaking her head just a bit, “My stomach doesn’t hurt that much. N..No more so than I’d imagine getting thrown onto it would feel. My wrist took the brunt of it when I fell,” She lifted her arm, motioning to the brace, “And my face of course..” She hadn’t even seen herself yet but she knew it wouldn’t be good. The thought of going out in public, of starting school next week and having hundreds of people seeing her and whispering…it made her stomach churn. 

“How bad is it?” She asked him quietly as she motioned to herself, figuring he’d be honest with her at least.

Brandon gently started palpating her belly, just to be sure. He wanted to check for anything that seemed out of place. She was covered in bruises, but not enough that he thought she’d be in serious danger. With a sigh, he moved his hands away, smiling down at her.

“I think we can skip the ultrasound then. But they should X-ray your face and your wrist, just to be sure.” He reached for the buttons on the bed again, carefully and slowly moving her bed back up for her. 

“It doesn’t look pretty right now, but you’ll heal. I can promise that much at least,” Brandon replied, brushing his hand against her good one. “When this is over, you should talk to someone. You know, professional. A lot of times the mental wounds are the ones hardest to heal.”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex closed her eyes for a second as his arm went around her, a few stray tears slipping down her cheeks but she just leaned into him, trying to calm down again. It wasn’t easy though. She kept remembering the fingers gripped over her mouth to keep her from screaming, the scraping of the gravel against her skin, the cold metal pressed against her temple. She shuddered and opened her eyes again, leaning closer into him and just nodding slowly. She at least knew one thing: with Brandon there, she was safe. 

She was reluctant to, but she let him go as he pulled away, sniffling softly and nodding once more. She did as asked, raising her arms up and letting him undress her, very much aware at how different this was to other times she’d been naked in front of him. There was nothing sexual about it now, just him taking care of her, which was something she was grateful for. She knew she had other little bruises and marks along the side of her body and she bit her lip, silent as she moved and helped until her clothes were in a little pile and she let him put the gown on her, tying it up behind her neck. “Wh-What um..what tests do you want them t’do?”

Brandon quickly and methodically changed her out of her old clothes and into the gown. He didn’t look at her with the same fire he felt the other times they’d undressed with each other - this was something completely different. Almost professional. Once she was changed, he carefully helped her back into the bed to lay down.

“They need to do an X-ray,” Brandon said softly, gently pulling the blanket over her legs. “And I want them to test for a concussion. Lay back for me?” he asked, moving to control the bed so started to move horizontally. “If your belly is overly tender, they’ll need to do an ultrasound, make sure there isn’t any internal bleeding.”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex looked over at him as he spoke but she was quiet, thinking about that. She’d of course noticed the distance after they’d spent new year’s day together (she barely even saw him during Oz’s ceremony) and she couldn’t help but feel like it might be her fault. She knew what their arrangement was: sex to keep their needs at bay, so she wouldn’t get so bad she almost fainted at work again. He was her best friend and nothing more and she couldn’t let her stupid emotions get the better of that. He was the first person she’s had that she’s felt she could really depend on and she was just…latching onto him. That had to be it, right? So she’d just need to stop that.. Just best friends. Best friends who fucked.

But just like him, she didn’t want anyone else there right then either. 

She swallowed thickly, trying to let his words soothe her and she was quiet as she let him push her skirt up more, letting him take in the extent of it all before she moved more, shuffling closer and sitting on the edge of the bed. “I know.” She told him quietly, looking over to meet his eyes and giving him a weak attempt at a smile, one that started to crumple a bit as the seconds ticked by, “H…He held the gun to my head.” She told him quietly, barely even audible to her own ears, sniffling a bit as her eyes started to well up, “I-I was really scared..” 

Brandon’s brows knitted together tighter, his gut twisting more in anger and fear. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry, sweetheart - I’m so sorry this happened to you. You don’t have to be afraid any longer. They can’t get you here... won’t get you here.”

After a couple of moments, he slowly pulled back, reaching for the hospital gown. “Let’s get you changed, alright? Sooner we can get you changed and tests run, the sooner you can go home and not worry about a thing...” Fat chance that Alex would ever not worry, at least not for a while, but they had to try. “Can you lift your arms?”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex’s frown only deepened when he said they needed to tell Oz, something unpleasant twisting in her belly. Her wallet had the check he’d given her for her books, along with a good chunk of the money he’d given her. She didn’t want to disappoint him… She also didn’t want to bother and potentially upset him either after just getting claimed. But still, she nodded, letting out a slow breath, “Alright….we can tell him.” 

She didn’t want to know just what dealt with would entail though, so she didn’t ask. Instead she squeezed his hand again, looking him over, “Thank you…f-for coming. They…–when they asked for a contact…I realized I didn’t have anyone. A-And your name was the first that came to mind.” He was the only one she wanted to see her like this right now anyways. When the nurse came back in she looked almost hesitant, as if waiting for Brandon to fly over to her again with a barrage of questions, but Alex quickly told her she’d consent to wearing a gown and getting whatever tests done that Brandon wanted her to and then Alex moved, hissing a bit once more as she sat up again and tugging the sheet off herself; her legs were scratched up too, a bruise already starting to form on her thigh, peeking out from under her skirt and she swallowed, looking down at herself and trying to crack a joke instead of feeling like crying again. “Maybe I should’ve gone with a pantsuit for the ceremony, huh..”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Brandon assured her, softening once again as she squeezed his hand. He realized his frustration and fear were only making Alex more anxious. “I’m glad you asked for me. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to be here...”

That much was true. He’d been quieter toward Alex the last couple of days, only to try to discourage what he was sure was a developing desire for something more than he could give her. Brandon didn’t like the space, but he also didn’t like feeling as though he’d done something wrong by sleeping with Lola. His relationship with Alex had started getting too tangled for his liking.

And yet he was honest when he said he didn’t want anyone else there.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s alright. You’re alright now...” Brandon tried to soothe. Slowly, he pushed skirt up a bit just to get a full look at her injuries. Bad scratches and bruises, but nothing that wouldn’t heal. “Hey, if they don’t give you the good stuff to relax - you know you can come to me, right?”

[brandonriley]

lolaxlockett:

There was a part of Lola that knew her careless behavior would come to bite her in the ass one. She knew it wasn’t healthy, the way she hopped from bed to bed, as if the physical love of someone else would magically fix whatever was broken inside of her. Consequences didn’t matter to her, not when she felt so empty, so in need of the direction she rejected daily. 

So yeah, her period had been late. There was that. And there was also the pregnancy test she was holding in her hand mocking her with a positive result. 

She stared at it. And kept staring at it. Like somehow staring at it would make it change to negative. She inhaled sharply before chunking the test into the trashcan, the fear and anxiety and dread welling up inside her so intensely it choked her, made it nearly impossible to breathe. 

It was a false positive. Those happened, right? She - She had to be sure, however. Which was how she found herself leaving her apartment hastily, driving to Brandon’s club, where she knew he’d be. Yeah, she didn’t really have a word for what they were. Lola didn’t do friends. But, crap, that’s what she needed. A friend. And a doctor. She could kill to birds with one stone with him. 

But, as she entered, walking towards the back, to his office, she thought, perhaps, she should’ve texted, should’ve warned him she was coming. Lola sighed, pinched her brows, and told herself to get her shit together. Inhaling deeply, she paused outside his open office door, rapping softly against the door frame, feeling vaguely like she might throw up. “Hey,” she said, the word feeling too small, too inadequate somehow. “I need …” she swallowed around the words, hating that she had to ask for it, “… your help.” 

@brandonriley

Brandon had been sitting at his desk, carefully practicing a running whip stitch on little grapes as he watched a random surgery he’d found on YouTube. The last couple of days, he’d spend a lot of time in his office, catching up on all of the things he’d been lax on lately. 

He looked up when he heard a knock, sighing softly as he got out of his chair and went to the door. His brow raised as Lola walked in, looking more than a little freaked out. “Hey...” Brandon greeted, crossing his arms together. “What’s, uh, what’s going on?” he asked. “You alright?”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

“I…” Alex looked down again, gripping his hand still and thinking it over before finally giving in and nodding, “Okay..okay. I….I’ll let them give me a gown.” She agreed quietly. She hated hospitals, just wanted to go home already and never come back here. But she could see how agitated he was and honestly? Her submissive side kind of ached to calm him down, to try and soothe him–and rationally she knew things could’ve been a lot worse and that she should make sure everything was alright so…she’d give in. Besides, part of her wanted to burn the clothes she was wearing already so she’d never have to see them again.

She slowly blinked up at him, watching as he digested everything and while she had been hoping he wouldn’t have lost it when he got here, she’d never seen him quite so upset before. Still, she could tell he was trying to keep his anger in check, so when he spoke again she just bit her lip and nodded, not even wanting to think about the headache of getting all her things replaced, and at the last bit she exhaled, shuffling back down onto the bed to lay down properly in hopes that it’d help stop her head spinning, “Yes Sir.”

Brandon was already trying to process what to do. He wanted to go straight to where Alex had been jumped, take on the guys himself - even if he got the shit beat out of him, he knew he’d give at least as good as he got. But, the rational part of him knew he needed to calm down. Alex wasn’t in a good state to be left.

“We need to tell Oz,” he finally said, quietly. Brandon was sure this wasn’t motivated by family tensions - more than likely, they were a group of punks who attacked a vulnerable girl. Regardless, the guys needed to be found and dealt with. Quickly. “He’ll want this dealt with too.”

[brandonriley]

pirxuettexphelia:

“Why are you telling me this?” she sobbed softly, resigning and falling to the seat again.  Her head fell into her hands, throbbing from the crying and from withdrawal.  “Why do you care how I turn out?  I don’t even care if I have to grin and bear it,” she scoffed with a wry smile.  She wanted to distance herself from Brandon’s vulnerability, knowing if she took it to heart that she’d ultimately listen to him.  Conflicting feelings rose in her, unsure of how to proceed.

And that was the thing - Brandon didn’t know why he cared. He and Ophelia were friends, sure, but not the kind of close friends who got in each other’s business. He shouldn’t give a shit about what she took as long as he got paid. He wasn’t sure if it was Drew’s blabbering about ethics or his own increasing insecurity, but he couldn’t just let Ophelia follow his footsteps.

“Christ, is it such a surprise that I’m a half-decent person?” Brandon growled, rolling his eyes. “I’m trying here.”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex was caught off guard by him jumping to action and all but interrogating the nurse, running off more questions than the poor woman could even keep up with, let alone what Alex could. Her head was throbbing enough without trying to register all the medical terms Brandon was spewing out. 

“Hey..hey.” She called softly, frowning as she tugged on his hand, trying to get his attention, “I didn’t want the gown…I didn’t even want the bed.” Honestly she would’ve been fine with just sitting on an exam table, get out even quicker. “I-If you’re absolutely insisting on the x-rays I’ll get it but..I’m okay, Bran..” She tried again, figuring she’d give in a bit if it’d make him feel better. She nodded as the nurse said she’d be right back and once alone again Alex swallowed, “I….I went to the library for a bit..didn’t realize how late it’d gotten by the time I was done. I was walking to the bus stop and..” She trailed off, holding his hand a bit tighter. 

“There were two guys…dragged me into an alley. One…one had a gun.” She was glad she’d refused the heart monitor too because it probably would’ve been beeping erratically by then, her heart lodging in her throat and her words cracking a bit, fear lacing through them as she recounted everything to him, “They took my bag. My phone, my keys…my wallet.” It had a lot of the money Oz had given her, everything really.

Brandon sighed, shaking his head. “You’re getting the gown and the bed,” he assured her, running his hand over his face. “You’re not okay, Alex. Fuck, you’re not okay.” His voice softened a bit as he tried to calm himself down - he remembered being irritated at overly intense family members in the past. No reason to get so worked up now when it wouldn’t help anyone. “You need to get X-rays... and you also need to let them examine you for any internal bleeding. If not for yourself, than for me.”

He swallowed hard, listening to her story, his blood starting to boil all over again. Brandon had an idea of where she’d been when she was attacked. “Don’t worry about the things you lost - we can get those back,” he assured her. “For now, you’re going to let them run these tests and give you a full, thorough check. You aren’t going to argue with them, okay?”

[brandonriley]

pirxuettexphelia:

She hastily rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hands, still sniffling from her outburst.  All pride and composure had gone out the window when she entered this office.  “You have an odd way of showing respect,” she hissed, pacing back and forth within a small perimeter of space.  “If I wanted a doctor, I’d have gone to Drew.”

“And if you wanted a dealer, then you should’ve gone to one those,” Brandon said, his voice a bit softer. He put his hands on hips, shaking his head again. “I know what I am and who I am. I’m an alcoholic. I thrive on chaos because it keeps me from thinking about what a colossal fuck up I am. I make excuses for it all day long because that’s easier than getting my shit together, quitting drinking, and groveling to the board in Verona to get my medical license.”

It was a moment of raw realness from Brandon, one that few people ever got. He hoped Ophelia would take it seriously. “Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll wind up like me. You’ll get kicked from your dance company because you’re an addict or because you let your injury get so bad you can’t perform at all. Then you’ll be forced to dance for a shittier company or even dance somewhere non-professional. And you’ll grin and bear it because at least you’re still dancing in some capacity, but your addiction will get worse and you might even add in some other vices too - that way you don’t have to acknowledge how bad you fucked up.”

[brandonriley]

pirxuettexphelia:

“You don’t know anything!” she screamed, jumping to her feet, tears finally falling free from her eyes.  “You act all high and mighty, pretending you have morals, when I just needed help with one request.  Why else would I come to you if I wasn’t already out?  I came to you for one purpose and you can’t even do the job I hired you for!”  She choked back a sob, watery eyes glaring at him.  “Fine, don’t help me.  I’ll figure this out on my own.”

Brandon wasn’t quite sure what to do. He wasn’t good at comforting, certainly wasn’t good with women outside of fucking them. When Ophelia burst into tears, all he could was stand there, gut churning.

“You ever think maybe I have more respect for you than just turning over that shit like a candy dispenser?” Brandon hissed, wishing he could break through to her. “I gave you the fake script you paid for. If you want a dealer, go out back. If you want a doctor, then sit down and listen to what the hell I’m telling you!”

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

Alex refused changing into a hospital gown, she didn’t need it. She wanted to get out of the hospital already. Her clothes she’d bought for the ceremony were ruined though (and besides, she’d never want to wear them after this again). She looked over when someone came into the room, feeling her stomach lurch a bit as her emotions swelled up and she just shook her head, watching Brandon come closer.

She moved to sit up straighter, wincing a bit as she put pressure on her wrist but she turned her other hand slightly, holding his a bit better, “I-I’m okay..” She replied softly. She could practically feel how upset he was and she tried to calm him down, her voice a bit hoarser and she looked down, biting the inside of her cheek to try and keep her emotions in check, “I…I don’t know..their faces were covered..”

“You’re not okay...” Brandon protested, shaking his head. Before he could ask her anything else, a nurse walked in, diverting his attention. He was grilling her hard about Alex’s condition, asking if different tests had been run. “She’s not even out of her clothes from the ceremony earlier. She needs a gown, she needs X-rays at the very least - have you checked her for internal bleeding? Alex, does your belly hurt at all?” he asked, turning back toward her.

Brandon knew he couldn’t be her doctor. Not here. And he didn’t have the equipment at his office to feel comfortable treating her there. “They need to do an ultrasound of your stomach just to be sure... Fucking Christ...” he muttered, looking as exasperated as he sounded.

[brandonriley]

pirxuettexphelia:

“Fine, maybe I will go to them instead then!  At least they don’t try to push their stupid morals down my throat,” she snapped in anger, though she knew that was a dangerous route to go.  It was a statement she had made out of frustration, unsure how desperate she’ll become if Brandon did cut her off.

Her eyes widened at his threat.  She glared at him, pissed at his piss poor timing for trying to do the right thing.  “Why are you trying to ruin me.”

“I’m trying to help you!” Brandon replied, exasperated. “I never should’ve given a script in the first place. Clearly, you’re deeper in this shit than I thought. Be honest - are you already out of pills? Been doubling up on them?”

Brandon ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. He’d been an idiot. It wasn’t the first time an addict had gotten the better of him - hell, his own judgment was impaired by his alcoholism. But still, this stunned him. He never imagined Ophelia being quite so far gone.

[alexandramontague]

night gone wrong | alex & brandon

[brandonriley]

alexandramontague:

After Oz’s ceremony Alex went to the library for a bit, deciding to get a start on the next day’s work so she could leave early. Before she knew it though hours had passed and it was nighttime. She was about to go home when she decided to go to the bar instead, figuring Brandon would be there and she could bribe him to get her a drink..maybe help her unwind a bit. Her mind was made up before she even left the library, her steps quick in the cold night air as she adjusted the strap of her purse over her arm and headed off the few blocks to the bus stop. She almost made it too until she was suddenly being shoved roughly into an alleyway, making her startle.

She only managed a few seconds of screaming for help before a rough hand covered her mouth while the other came up, pressing what she could only assume to be a gun to the side of her head and she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes and heart hammering so hard and so fast she felt like she might puke. Another person was there, voice muffled behind a scarf, yelling for her assailant to hurry up and when she felt the tug to her purse she went limp. Inside was her wallet, her phone, the keys to her apartment and even a spare to the library… Still, she didn’t put up any struggle, letting them take it. The man looked her over then, stepping closer with a salacious look in his eye that made acid burn in her throat again, but before much else could happen she heard sirens in the distance, making the men panic and the one on her reacted, bringing the hand up that held the gun and he swung it back down, hitting the side of her face with it and throwing her down to the ground before they were off, running as the sirens got louder. 

The side of her face felt wet even as gravel dug into her skin, her head spinning, and her wrist was throbbing dully with the way she’d landed. Red and blue lights soon flashed around her, hands on her and voices overhead and then she was being lifted up, helped to sit in the backseat of the police car that was racing to the hospital soon after. Everything after that was a bit of a blur. She was conscious and not too badly hurt but they took her to the ER anyways to clean her up, blood and dirt staining her skin, her hair, even her scarf. She has scrapes on her legs where she hit the gravel, needed a couple stitches under her eye from where the butt of the gun hit her and a brace for her wrist for a few days, and while she was being taken care of the nurse asked for the number of her emergency contact….something she didn’t have. She gave the name and number of the first person who came to mind, hoping he’d answer..and hoping he wouldn’t lose his shit once he got there.

“Hello, Mr. Riley? We’re calling from Verona Hospital regarding a woman admitted tonight, Alexandra Young.”

@brandonriley

After Oz and Meg’s claiming ceremony, Brandon simply went home. Usually, he would’ve followed his family members to the club or bar where partying planned to continue, but he’d had a bad feeling about getting through the weekend with no violence. It’d been too long since he had a serious case for it to last forever.

When he received a phone call that night, he answered immediately, expecting to have to race to his “office” for something serious. Instead, what he got felt like a punch to the gut. He immediately threw on a pair of jeans and a tshirt, then opted for a pair of flip flops despite the freezing temperatures outside. Brandon rushed straight there, wasting as little time as possible.

Seeing Alex in a hospital bed, bruised and stitched all over made his blood boil. Brandon swore he was going to kill whatever asshole did this to her. He moved to her bedside, lightly resting his hand on top of hers. “Jesus Christ, Alex...” he said softly, fighting to stay in control and not lose his damn mind. “What the hell happened? Who did this to you...?”