Sing it for the world
**A/N: My last two submittion- this one and the last one- have been kinda short and really depressing. i appologize. i just had to take a breather from all the yiff. i hope you've enjoyed them nonetheless. ps- ten points for anyone who knows the two songs i used in this song. :3**
Life has never been easy for Bree. Her father left when she was only seven, and her mother was never quite the same after that. Everyone made fun of her, anything from her sexuality to her incomplete family.
When she was eleven, she was raped. When her brother found out he was furious, but Bree wouldn't let him- or anyone else- touch her. She's still reluctant to be touched by anyone, though she hides it better now.
She thought after she found her first mate- a devilishly handsome dragon- she had found safety. And for awhile, she had.
But after that first fight, everything went down hill for the little vixen. Tristen was a very protective male, and was always very clear he did not like Bree having male friends. She never really thought anything of it.
That is, until he made his point physical.
"I told you I don't like him." Tristen's deep voice growls, his claw tipped paws twitching. "I don't want you to see him."
Bree puffs out her chest, ruffling her shaggy auburn fur. "Too bad," she growls back "Jonny is one of my best friends. It's not like either of us want to fuck." She gives a sarcastic smirk, cocking her hip.
Bad idea.
The dragon lets out a deep feral growl and raises his paw, slapping her across the face. "Bitch! Don't you EVER talk to me that way!" His voice is loud and echoes off the walls of the small house.
Bree lets out a yelp and brings her small brown paws to her muzzle, pain radiating throughout her face. She glares at her mate and he notices this. He slaps her again; this time seems harder than the first.
"Do NOT growl at me, bitch." His voice is crystal clear.
That wasn't the last of the abuse, and every time Bree would just put a little makeup on the bruises under her fur and tell herself that it doesn't hurt, and it'll never happen again. Telling herself that he loves her, and only hits her when she does something wrong.
That's what he tells her, anyway. And she believes him.
Though one day her brother saw her before she had a chance to hide the deep purple finger shaped bruises covering her arms. The fox gently lays his paws over his sister's arms, his eyes glowing with fury.
"I'm going to kill him." He growls, but Bree shakes her head.
"It doesn't hurt, Brandon, I swear. I'm fine." Her voice wavers a little as even the soft touch stings her throbbing bruises. He doesn't believe her at all, and tells her to call Tristen.
Trusting her brother, she calls her mate, not sure what is going to happen. She skitters away to her room, not wanting to hear what is going to be said. The only thing she catches is when her dear brother yells "Do you feel like a man, when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground? Well, I'll tell you my friend, one day this world's going to end, as your lies crumble down, with a new life will have found!"
Bree closes her eyes and cries into her pillow, finally admitting that staying with Tristen was a bad idea. She'll have to leave him, and she knew it. Hearing those words spoken by her brother, she couldn't deny it any longer.
A year later, Bree is happily mated to a quiet folf. While she is terrified of being abused again, she finds herself able to hold onto this relationship. The vixen and the folf have fallen in love, even through all the hardships.
Brandon still watches over his broken sister, though he's happy she's being healed. He trusts her new mate, knowing how calm he is. He sees her smile just as the mention of his name, and knows that she's going to be okay.
Now, she can be caught in her room, her brush in her paw, dancing and singing to her new favorite song.
~I gotta bulletproof heart You gotta hollow point smile We had our run away scarves, Got a photograph dream on the getaway mile.
Let's blow a hole in this town And do our talking with the laser beam. Coming out of this place In a bullet's embrace Then we'll do it again.~