Break Me

Andy looks at me, puzzled. "I wasn't expecting anyone." We sit there for a second longer, when another loud knock echos through the apartment. I immediatly stand up and re-ajust my shirt and try to flatten my hair. Andy does the same. He walks over to the door slowly. "Who is it?" He asks.
"Open this damn door! I know she's in there!" Shit. It's Jace. I'd know that boom anywhere.
Andy opens the door slowly, only to be completely knocked back by the door swinging open. Jace stomps over to me and roughly grabs my arms. "What the hell is this! You're in an apartment alone with some douche? Huh bitch? Come on, we're going home. You have a lot of explaining to do!"
He tries to drag me out of the apartment, but I plop to the floor, making it harder for him to get me to the door.
"How did you even find me?!" I scream.
"I put a tracker in your phone. Bailey, you're coming with me right now! Get up!" He continues to pull on me. When Andy regains his composure and stands again he lunges for Jace. On contact, Jace falls to the floor under Andy's weight. They start throwing punches. I try to pull Andy off of him, but he's too strong.
After they roll around for a while, Jace is able to roll out from under Andy. He stands, blood pouring from his nose and a huge gash on his eyebrow. Andy goes for him again, but I reach for him, grabbing his arm and catching his attention. "Wait." I say. He nods. I walk over to Jace and stand my ground against him for the first time in two years.
"Jace, I'm not going with you. I can't do this anymore. You're so mean, I can't take it. I thought I loved you. But this isn't love. I shouldn't be terrified of the man who is supposed to love me. I'm staying here."
He stares at me, dumbfounded. For a moment, his face is blank, but his scowl returns. His face darkens and his lips curl up into a twisted smile. He raises one finger and points it in my face. "This isn't over bitch." He turns, and stumbles out of the apartment. Andy follows, shuts the door and makes sure it's dead bolt is locked firmly into place.
I collapse onto the couch, sobbing. Andy reaches for me, but I push his hand away. I can't believe Jace put a tracking device in my phone. How did he even manage that? Not that I'm surprised. The numbness I had felt on the bridge starts to return. I'm never going to get out of this. He's going to follow me forever. I'm never going to get away from him. I'm scared, and now I have no clue what to do. I can't put Andy through any more of my screwed up life.
"I'm so sorry." I mumble. Andy sits down next to me and places a hand on my shoulder.
"That guy does NOT deserve you, Bailey. You did the right thing." He rubs his hand over my shoulders. I shiver, mostly from the fear I'm feeling.
"He's never going to stop, Andy. I know how he is. He always gets what he wants." I drop my head into my hands, more sobs racking my body.
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm in this with you. I'm making you a promise, here and now, that I'm going to protect you, and I will not break it."
I smile up at him, but inside I'm still aching. "What am I going to do? How am I going to get away from him. He knows where I live. He knows where I go to school. And now, because of my phone, he knows where you are. He'll know where I am at all times. I'm stuck."
"Well, we'll just have to get rid of your phone. And you might want to consider switching schools." He says.
"I can't afford to move right now. I can't afford another phone. I can't afford to just up and leave, Andy."
He grins, and pats me on the shoulder. "Then, we'll just have to figure something out. For now, we should rest. You need it, and so do I. We'll talk more about everything in the morning. You can sleep with me tonight if it will make you feel better."
I just simply nod. I follow him to his room. My thoughts are all over the place, but I try to quite them. Andy is right, I should think more about it tomorrow.
He opens the door, and the scent of fresh linen hits my nose. His bed is a queen size, with black bedding. There's batman posters on the white walls and a black and red rug in front of his bed.
He pulls back the bedding and strips down to his underwear. I take off the sweatpants, so I'm just in panties and a t-shirt. I crawl in next to him, and he pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest. I feel his warmth all around me, and I smile to myself a little. He smells like rain and kicked up dirt. I feel his muscles protectivly wrapped around me, and I feel safe.
He places a soft kiss on my forehead and puts his lips next to my ear. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you ever again. You have my word. Someone with a beautiful soul such as yours, should not feel even half the pain you've felt. I'm here to make sure that never happens again."
Goosebumbs spring all over my skin. I feel his breath on my neck and I shiver at his touch. He pulls me in closer, and we wrap our legs together. I look up into his eyes. He looks down at me with an admiration that I haven't seen since I last saw my mother. She used to look at me like that.
I lean up and kiss him softly on the lips. He wraps my hair up into his fist and deepens the kiss. I run my hands down his chest and across his stomach. He lets out a growl and grabs onto me tighter, leaving no space between us. I run my nails across his back as he starts to trail kisses down my neck and onto my collar bone. My heart starts to pound, because I want him. All of him.
He rolls on top of me, his hands placed firmly on my hips. I run my fingertips along the inside of his boxers, and his breath hitches. I pull my shirt up over my head, revealing my naked chest, and he gasps. "You're so beautiful." He whispers. I smile and kiss him again, hungry. His bulge pushes through his boxers, pressing against my thigh. I pull them down and he takes them off the rest of the way. He starts to kiss down my stomach, onto my thighs, on my hips, anywhere he can place his mouth. He pulls down my underwear slowly and returns to his original positioning. I'm breathing hard and fast, craving every part of this once stranger that has saved me. He pulls a condom out of his nightstand and rolls it onto his length.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asks me. Instead of an answer, I lift my hips up and kiss him hard. I feel him smile against my mouth. He adjusts his hips and and slowly pushes into me. I wince a little. "Is this your first time?" He asks. I nod, my eyes shut tight. "I'll go easy. It won't hurt long." He enters me fully, and pain shoots up through my whole body. I gasp and grip him tightly. He stops, waiting for me to adjust to the feeling. After the pain has dulled, I signal for him to keep going. He pumps in and out of me slowly, and the pain soon blossoms into pleaser. I moan softly, and he speeds up his thrusts. I moan again, louder this time. The two of us collide. Two broken souls becoming one in the most personal way. I'm losing myself in him, drowning in all that he is, coming closer to my undoing. All the blackness that was once in my heart is receeding, leaving behind a trail of fire.
"Oh, fuck" He says, breathlessly. I squeeze his hips and arch my back. He kisses me, and breathes a moan into my mouth. The pleasure keeps building, forming a ball in my pelvis. Andy takes me higher and higher, until I can't take it. Finally, the ball explodes and shoots pleasure into every cell in my body. I scream his name, which triggers his climax. He moans one last time before collapsing on top of me. We're both sweating, smiling. I feel pure bliss.
He rolls off of me and pulls me into his arms again. I'm glad his sheets are black and not white. I feel blood trickle down my leg and onto the bed. I'm too tired to get up and clean myself up, but I don't think Andy cares about the mess anyway. He kisses me on more time before the heaviness of my eyes is too much. I close them with a smile on my face.
As I drift to sleep, all I can think is man, what a day.

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