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Alina:

The car is silent as we drive to Bash’s place. But his hand is firmly holding mine. It’s the safest I’ve felt since I left his house last night. Our fingers are solidly locked together. Neither of us is letting the other go. The weather hasn’t improved much. It’s not pouring rain, but it’s cloudy and a chance of it could be lurking around any corner. Bash doesn’t turn on the music and I don’t ask him to.

He pulls up to his side of the house, letting out an exasperated sigh as he quickly undoes his seatbelt and looks at me. “Just stay in the car,” he says in a rush. I’m confused until I see a short, blonde woman walking towards us. Sebastian gets out and meets her before she can get any closer than she already is. I try to hide my face by looking away, obviously not in a state to be formally meeting mothers. Or anyone, honestly.

Luke accomplished his task.

He’s broken me.

Maybe not fully though, as I seem to be enjoying playing with the fire that is Sebastian Cox. Which is purely selfish on my end, knowing exactly what Luke is capable of when he gets jealous. But Bash isn’t backing down or walking away. It makes me smile a little inside that something in me isn’t completely empty. I still have some fight left.

“Are you going to eat dinner with me tonight?” his mom asks, bringing me back to the present. Bash shakes his head no.

“I’ve got some shit going on, mom.” She looks towards me sitting in the car. Her eyes narrow in on my face, like she recognizes me. I do have a reputation around here. And she’s seen me before, back in the day.

“You shouldn’t be hanging around with that girl if you care about your sobriety,” she says disapprovingly, eyeing his bare chest questioningly. That nagging feeling I get of wanting to disappear and die rears its ugly head. Bash stiffens as her eyes go wide. She takes a step back under his dangerous gaze.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he says way too calm, closing in the step she took. His mom looks frightened, but he doesn’t move to hit her like his father would have. He only speaks to her in a clipped tone. “Alina is the only person on this planet who has ever been there for me. You mean less to me than she does by a considerable amount. When you ignored my bruises in high school, Alina helped me ice them. She is the most genuine person I know. You will never slander her or judge her again. Do you hear me?” I see his jaw clenching and unclenching as his eyes bore into hers.

I’m so taken aback that I don’t even realize I’m crying at Bash’s words until a tear hits my hand from above. I straighten in my seat and unlatch my seatbelt, feeling braver. Stepping out of the car, I walk proudly up to Bash and put my hand into his. His mother looks horrified, but she says nothing more as she pales and retreats to her side of the house.

I follow Bash into his.

Sebastian:

She’s sitting on my fucking bed. I unbutton my pants, fully undressing from my already half-clothed state, before grabbing Alina from the mattress and bringing her into my chest. “I won’t hurt you,” I whisper as she nods, trusting me. I tenderly kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her swollen lip. She’s wearing a jacket and sweats she threw on before we left. She didn’t even bother with underwear.

We had to get the fuck out of there. The air was thick with trauma and regret. What she endured inside those walls was nothing short of hell. I told her to leave it all, that I’d buy her anything she needs. Including a fucking house if that one’s tainted to her beyond repair.

I unzip her jacket and fling it from her body as her breasts bounce lazily before me. Sticking my hand into her sweats next, I cup her sweet, swollen pussy with my greedy palm. It’s slick as shit and ripe for the taking. My fingers invade her immediately as she leans back into the wall, her back bowing as she presses her cunt towards me. I bite into her neck, careful to steer clear of her face. Moaning, she bucks herself on two of my fingers as I begin to gather her tits between my teeth. They move in tandem with each thrust of my hand inside her pretty cunt. She whimpers, clenching my shoulders as my palm slaps her wet pussy. The room is alive with the sound and scent of sex. Lina shrieks in pain as I twist her nipple to the side forcefully without warning, her pussy further lubricating my hand. I rip it from the depths of her folds, using her cum to slicken my dick, stroking it before her stomach powerfully. She licks her lips as she watches hungrily.

I strip her of her pants before fucking her raw.

With her hips in my arms, her back up against the wall, I enter her as quickly as I can. She’s so fucking wet, it’s easy as shit. I stare into her green eyes for a few seconds as I stand against her, fully filling her cunt, pressing my length into her center and holding it there for her to warm. I pull out before re-entering her again slowly. She’s dealt with enough pain already. I don’t want to hurt my Lina Girl by unleashing myself on her like a rabid dog.

Her furrowed brow tells me she’s feeling as much as I am emotionally. Her battered face holds all the love I feel emanating from my heart to hers. Her body’s receiving me perfectly and soon, I’m up to my balls again, burying myself deep inside of her. My bare chest rests over her own. I want to remove whatever memory seared itself into her brain last night. I know I can’t fix it. But she deserves to be loved right now, and fucking is how we’ve always shown each other how much we care. This, and taking care of injuries.

Alina never judged me in the past or said a word about me to others about what my father put me through. And I realize suddenly why she won’t tell me what’s wrong now. I’ve been accusing her of getting herself into trouble without even considering the fact that something could’ve happened to her, not because of her. I’ve been making her feel like shit. Instead of giving her a chance to explain herself, I’ve been yelling in her face why she’s terrible. It dawns on me that all the kindness she showed me in our youth was something I took for granted. I haven’t considered the same decency for her. I just berated her, slut shamed her and threw insults her way.

What in the actual fuck is wrong with me? It’s something I’ve asked myself so many times in my life yet have never had an answer for. Now Lina’s here, soaking my cock like we’re eighteen again and I find it’s the only thought on repeat in my head as she fucks me for some sort of comfort she lost years ago. I tuck her into me so she can’t see the war in my eyes and take it slowly. Stroking her pussy deeply and with extra force to the spot that currently keeps making her whimper. She closes her eyes as she comes so beautifully, so perfectly, that I just stop as her face settles and she closes her pouty, swollen lips. She let go, but I won’t. I don’t want to come. Not right now.

Alina’s rightfully confused, but I can see how tired she is. Instead of taking care of myself, I carry her to the bathroom to pee, then back to the bed where she curls up to sleep. She’s out almost instantly, her green eyes hooding and closing as her head hits the pillow. I’m not even sure she sees me as she knocks out.

It takes everything inside of me not to text any of my drug dealers as I watch her lose consciousness, the dark feelings of regret and guilt burrowing their way inside of my useless body. I’m sick to my stomach at my behavior, at the lack of empathy I offered towards the woman I claim to love.

I never asked Alina anything.

I just assumed it was her fault.

And something is telling me that I’m going to feel a fuck-ton of shame when the truth comes to light.

And I’ll rightfully deserve to be leveled by it all.