Resenting Me
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I run towards the bed and slam my body on it, burying my head into the pillow. It should have been me in Winter’s place. I am the one that wanted to be here. She told me this was a bad idea. But I am such a spoiled bitch. I couldn’t listen to her, and now look, she is drugged and stitched up, and it is all my damn fault. I use all the power and strength I have left to fall asleep. My eyes flutter for the longest time before I succumb.
Chapter Seven
Watching Lana self-destruct is killing me. The beautiful woman I’ve come to care about is disappearing, piece by piece, right before our eyes. I sit on the bar stool next to Winter, and, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from her, I guzzle down a good cup of it.
“I don’t know how to do this, Winter. She’s blaming herself. She won’t even talk to me or you,” I growl¸ angering myself more by thinking about it.
How do you help someone who doesn’t want it? The answer is you can’t. Some part of her has to want help in order for it to work.
“I’ve never seen her like this, Pyro. When she looks at me,” she gestures over her bruises, cuts, and stitches, “it’s a reminder of what happened, and then she blames herself. I think we just need to give her time.”
I can’t do this shit anymore. I care about her, and she’s f**king hurting. Every time I try talking to her, it results in a screaming match.
“Do you blame her? Do you blame me?” I ask quietly while taking my Zippo out to light my smoke.
Winter puts her hand over my lighter, forcing my attention to her. Her small hand reaches up and tightly cups my face.
“I’m only going to tell you this once, Pyro. I’m sick to death of repeating myself. This is not your fault and it isn’t Lana’s. Neither one of you f**king cut me open, nor did you rape me. This shit has nothing to do with you. It isn’t even Braxxon’s fault. They wanted to hurt him, and by hurting me, they hurt him. So for the last time... this shit has nothing to do with you. Got it?”
Fuck! This is all such shit.
“I got it, girl.” I try to smile but fail.
“Good.”
I drop my head to the bar and groan. This entire situation is on the club, and I would be a fool to think it isn’t. I have to hand it to Winter for not letting just anyone take the responsibility. She blames the f**ks who did this to her, and she should, but she should also remember that she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Lana and me. So, in a f**ked up roundabout way, it is our fault. She is either choosing to ignore it or she really doesn’t blame us.
Reaching over, I grab the bottle of whiskey again and guzzle it down, emptying the entire bottle until there isn’t a single drop left. I can’t stand having the f**king feels. Shit is driving me crazy mad. Winter says nothing to me as I try to drink my sorrows away.
I’m horny, pissed, and experiencing all kinds of other emotions that I’m not used to. I have no idea what I am supposed to do with this shit. I spot Bom Bom sitting on the couch, so I grab another bottle of whiskey and head over to get my c**k sucked. I have no idea if I’ll be able to cum or not, since it isn’t Lana, but my ass is going to give it a go. Worst-case scenario, I can pretend it’s my flower sucking my cock.
I plop down on the couch with my bottle and snap my fingers at her. She’s a muffler bunny, but that bitch knows what I want. She undoes my buckle, then my button, and finally my zipper, exposing my semi-hard dick. Bom Bom wastes no time dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth.
Yeah, that’s what I need. I throw my head against the back of the couch, tilt the bottle to my lips, and swallow the burn down while I fist her hair with my free hand. Unfortunately, either my drunk ass has whiskey dick, or Bom Bom just can’t suck my c**k like she used to.
Oh, who the f**k am I kidding. Lana owns my ass. Ah, just thinking of Lana has my c**k throbbing. Yeah, keep thinking of her. Her gorgeous, tanned, creamy skin and curves. Here it comes. I tangle my fingers in her hair and start f**king her mouth hard and spurt my swimmers right down her throat.
I shove her away as I fumble to fix my pants. I don’t say anything to Bom Bom. She did her job, and I have no other use for her. I have learned one thing from all of this. Right now, Lana is the only woman who can get my motor running.
Fucking great!
I walk towards the bar where Winter is glaring at me like I’ve grown two goddamn heads or something. Braxxon comes up behind her and whispers something in her ear. I toss the empty whisky bottle into the trash before taking a seat on one of the bar stools.
“Nope, I was glaring at him. He’s an ass,” Winter hisses.
Bitch!
“We all are, sweetness. Don’t f**king talk about me like I’m not sitting right here,” I growl.
I need to check myself before I go off on everyone.
“He’s still fuming because Lana’s giving him the silent treatment.” Winter laughs.
Ha, ha. Screw this shit.
I’m sitting on this piece of crap bed when Winter comes in. She looks sad, and I immediately feel bad for not being a better friend to her. She’s needed me this entire time, and I’ve been so screwed up over what happened that I haven’t stopped to think that maybe she needs me to comfort her or be there for her.
“Hey,” I whisper, patting the bed for her to take a seat. “What’s up, babe?”
Winter throws her head back on the uncomfortable mattress, sighing loudly. “Braxxon is about to have sex with this Dizzy chick. Messed up part is that I told him to do it.”
Chapter Seven
Watching Lana self-destruct is killing me. The beautiful woman I’ve come to care about is disappearing, piece by piece, right before our eyes. I sit on the bar stool next to Winter, and, grabbing the bottle of whiskey from her, I guzzle down a good cup of it.
“I don’t know how to do this, Winter. She’s blaming herself. She won’t even talk to me or you,” I growl¸ angering myself more by thinking about it.
How do you help someone who doesn’t want it? The answer is you can’t. Some part of her has to want help in order for it to work.
“I’ve never seen her like this, Pyro. When she looks at me,” she gestures over her bruises, cuts, and stitches, “it’s a reminder of what happened, and then she blames herself. I think we just need to give her time.”
I can’t do this shit anymore. I care about her, and she’s f**king hurting. Every time I try talking to her, it results in a screaming match.
“Do you blame her? Do you blame me?” I ask quietly while taking my Zippo out to light my smoke.
Winter puts her hand over my lighter, forcing my attention to her. Her small hand reaches up and tightly cups my face.
“I’m only going to tell you this once, Pyro. I’m sick to death of repeating myself. This is not your fault and it isn’t Lana’s. Neither one of you f**king cut me open, nor did you rape me. This shit has nothing to do with you. It isn’t even Braxxon’s fault. They wanted to hurt him, and by hurting me, they hurt him. So for the last time... this shit has nothing to do with you. Got it?”
Fuck! This is all such shit.
“I got it, girl.” I try to smile but fail.
“Good.”
I drop my head to the bar and groan. This entire situation is on the club, and I would be a fool to think it isn’t. I have to hand it to Winter for not letting just anyone take the responsibility. She blames the f**ks who did this to her, and she should, but she should also remember that she wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Lana and me. So, in a f**ked up roundabout way, it is our fault. She is either choosing to ignore it or she really doesn’t blame us.
Reaching over, I grab the bottle of whiskey again and guzzle it down, emptying the entire bottle until there isn’t a single drop left. I can’t stand having the f**king feels. Shit is driving me crazy mad. Winter says nothing to me as I try to drink my sorrows away.
I’m horny, pissed, and experiencing all kinds of other emotions that I’m not used to. I have no idea what I am supposed to do with this shit. I spot Bom Bom sitting on the couch, so I grab another bottle of whiskey and head over to get my c**k sucked. I have no idea if I’ll be able to cum or not, since it isn’t Lana, but my ass is going to give it a go. Worst-case scenario, I can pretend it’s my flower sucking my cock.
I plop down on the couch with my bottle and snap my fingers at her. She’s a muffler bunny, but that bitch knows what I want. She undoes my buckle, then my button, and finally my zipper, exposing my semi-hard dick. Bom Bom wastes no time dropping to her knees and taking me in her mouth.
Yeah, that’s what I need. I throw my head against the back of the couch, tilt the bottle to my lips, and swallow the burn down while I fist her hair with my free hand. Unfortunately, either my drunk ass has whiskey dick, or Bom Bom just can’t suck my c**k like she used to.
Oh, who the f**k am I kidding. Lana owns my ass. Ah, just thinking of Lana has my c**k throbbing. Yeah, keep thinking of her. Her gorgeous, tanned, creamy skin and curves. Here it comes. I tangle my fingers in her hair and start f**king her mouth hard and spurt my swimmers right down her throat.
I shove her away as I fumble to fix my pants. I don’t say anything to Bom Bom. She did her job, and I have no other use for her. I have learned one thing from all of this. Right now, Lana is the only woman who can get my motor running.
Fucking great!
I walk towards the bar where Winter is glaring at me like I’ve grown two goddamn heads or something. Braxxon comes up behind her and whispers something in her ear. I toss the empty whisky bottle into the trash before taking a seat on one of the bar stools.
“Nope, I was glaring at him. He’s an ass,” Winter hisses.
Bitch!
“We all are, sweetness. Don’t f**king talk about me like I’m not sitting right here,” I growl.
I need to check myself before I go off on everyone.
“He’s still fuming because Lana’s giving him the silent treatment.” Winter laughs.
Ha, ha. Screw this shit.
I’m sitting on this piece of crap bed when Winter comes in. She looks sad, and I immediately feel bad for not being a better friend to her. She’s needed me this entire time, and I’ve been so screwed up over what happened that I haven’t stopped to think that maybe she needs me to comfort her or be there for her.
“Hey,” I whisper, patting the bed for her to take a seat. “What’s up, babe?”
Winter throws her head back on the uncomfortable mattress, sighing loudly. “Braxxon is about to have sex with this Dizzy chick. Messed up part is that I told him to do it.”
