Heartbreak Toy
O N E
I didn't get it.
Why was she like this? Did she enjoy torturing me? I sighed in defeat as my feet kicked away the loose gravel that had drifted away from the road. My mind wavered in all directions, never seeming to find a stopping place.
I tried to hold back, but the pain was too...painful. My legs seemed to work for themselves as they led me toward the brick house I knew too well by now.
Selena had hurt me yet again. I didn't understand why she would surrender to someone else, yet not me. My mind touched a weak spot, the picture the was carved into my head of Selena and another guy. She knew she had complete and utter control over me, and I knew it was that hard to create a barrier, something that would lead me away from the hurt I was going through each time my heart broke in a million pieces.
But, I found that barrier.
Now, as I approached the house, I imagined a totally different girl. It was true, she was a life-saver. I didn't have any idea even close to what I would do without her. She was where I ran to when my parents started fighting at home, when my brother drank, when my dad started to hit, and, most of all, when Selena had hurt me. Again.
It isn't what I make it sound like. It's worse.
My body had taken over my mind; I knew exactly what to do and did it without even thinking. As soon as her face appeared at the door, my lips were already attacking hers. She knew what I wanted.
I pushed her inside her house and locked the front door, hoping to death that no one had seen. My hands found way to her shirt, fumbling with the first button. I gave up soon and ripped her top off, unaware of the buttons clicking against the hard wood floor. It didn't seem to matter to her, so I kept going.
She had been able to get my shirt off calmly, and did the same to my pants and boxers. She tried to reach for her skirt, but I was impatient. Our lips still moving together, I pulled her up and took her upstairs, bridal style. There, I let her take off her skirt slowly while I sucked on her neck, hitting her soft spot by memory on first try. She emitted a loud moan as she clutched my manhood. She worked magic.
As soon as we hit the bed, I turned her over, not even giving her enough time to breathe. I'm pretty this was more important.
I entered her slowly, always cautious like I was. When I was sure she absolutely could take it, I quickened my pace, my breath coming out in weak gasps.
I completely forgot about Selena and all the drama she brought with her. I relieved myself by being with my barrier--Miley.
-H E A R T B R E A K T O Y-
My fingers combed through her hair, trying to softly wake her up.
"Nick?" She breathed on my neck, obviously not forgetting what had happened the day before.
"Yeah?" I tried hard to keep control over my hormones that appeared when her break tingled on my neck.
"Are you leaving?"
"Not yet. I don't think I can face Selena at the moment," I replied, sitting up.
"So you plan on forgiving her?" She asked. And I knew the answer.
Yes.
This is more like a preview, so I don't know why I labeled it "O N E" The actual chapters might be longer. If you follow me on Twitter (xmistyxheart) you'll know I've been planning for this for a long time. I hope it isn't that crappy!
-Victorie