Chapter 10

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{EDITED}
TW: Alcohol and drug use

Maddison Brooks

"Baby are you done yet? I can't be late!" Trevor yelled from my room before mumbling something under his breath that I couldn't hear.

Trying to find a way I can wear the corset without showing it, so I kept the shape Trevor wants me to have even if I maybe have a few drinks. The fake leather shorts fitted as a second skin over my bottom, tight enough to stop the blood to my legs from how hard I knotted them so I looked even smaller. A T-shirt with orange printed text, looking like flames. The dark gray fabric tucked under my bra to not go below my hips, ending by my ribs instead.

Hoping it was enough to look acceptable by his side. If he even wanted me to stand by his side, I never know anymore. A few years ago, he wanted to be by my side all the time and threatened every guy that came near. Now he just walks away if he feels like it, getting tired of me and leaving me confused by not knowing what more I can give to him that he wants.

"Cla- Maddison! Hurry up, we need to go."

I strolled out of my room just as Trevor stood up and for once and punched his phone down in his dark blue jeans. His blue ice cold eyes rolled over my body before he locked eyes with me. "Come here." Was the only thing that came out of his mouth. Walking up to him just as he started to undo the tie on my shorts. I held my breath waiting for his next move which isn't the move I thought he would do, I thought I looked skinny enough but apparently not. He tied  it even tighter than I did, making me suck my stomach in as much as I could, making my stomach an empty hole and making me rethink my option to drink now when I wouldn't be able to even breathe normally.

"Now we are ready." He grabbed my waist tight in order to make me follow him and look presentable by his side. I was just able to take my phone from my desk and put it down in the back of Trevor's jeans pocket.

Walking down the stairs to the living room where Charles and Max waited for us, both guys looked at their phones and showed no interest in us when we came up next to them. Trevor's hand pinched the scars on my waist to drag me back from my mind and into reality. Trying to nicely get out from my boyfriend's grip around me to stop the unpleasant feeling with someone touching one of my most insecure places that he always reminds me of how ugly it is.

Feeling Charles brun on my skin as I tried to move from Trevor made me stil. Trevor let out an appreciated breath when I suddenly stood still in his hold. I didn't look at him, looking everywhere else but at him; a silent treatment to not look at me when he for some reason leaves me on the edge when he touches me in a way he shouldn't do. And ways I shouldn't let him touch me but yet I haven't felt too uncomfortable as I do when my own boyfriend is touching me in ways he should do.

It's all so messed up.

"Ready to go?" Max asked when he registered that we also were in the same room as him.  

"Yes, we don't wanna get there when the party ends. Right baby?" Trevor said, squeezing my waist. I hummed in agreement, starting to regret calling him just so I could go to a frat party now instead of waiting for college that was just at the end of summer.

We walked out into the heated summer night, the sun was starting to fall as we walked against our cars. The tension between the guys is high, yes it was definitely stupid to bring Trevor with. Someone's gonna end up dead.

Charles walked furious because of something until he reached his Ferrari and drove off without a word before Trevor and I even had time to sit down in his Mercedes.

•••

Music was blasting through the big speakers in the middle of the small dance floor where most of the people were. Alcohol was stinging in my nose from the second I walked through the doors, regretting going here but knowing that I can't back off now. People were singing to the lyrics of the song that was playing, swaying their body to the rhythm and not caring for anyone else because of their drunk state.

Sitting on my boyfriends' lap while he talked loud to his buddies so they could hear him over the music. Wanting my high state to get through the night even if I couldn't drink without loosening the tie on my pants, not even doing drugs to loosen up without my brother, friend and trainer blowing up in my face and hate me for wanting to get loose when everyone was drunk or high; some maybe even both, to fit in with the crowd.

Feeling Trevor's hands on my behind in front of his friends that would fuck anyone in their way, even me if I got in their way. They wouldn't even care that I was their friend's girlfriend. "Wanna dance baby?" He whispered in my ear as he kissed down my throat. Giving in with a nod when I smelled the alcohol and smoke on his breath when he leaned down to give a small peak on my lips.

Letting me off his lap while he stood from his seat, brushing something off his pants before he grabbed me around my waist and led me to the crowded dance floor.

Getting into the crowd so my body was pressed against Trevor who was behind me. His hands danced over my body, my hip bones, waist, breasts, throat, down to my pelvis and then he started over again; showing no mind for the drunk people around us. Not that they cared about us.

Finding Charles dancing with some girl a few bodies away for the first time since we split up when we got here. As if he could sense my gaze, he looked up and met my stare; continuing to move his hands over the woman's body without breaking our gaze.  I wondered what was going on in his head when he touched another woman while he stared at me, while I leaned into my boyfriend's front.

Breaking our gaze to leave his burn on my skin while I looked over my shoulder and kissed Trevor down his throat as if it was a competition about something I couldn't understand. "Ready to go home?" He asked as his hand started moving against the ties of my pants and stared undo then slowly. My hands around his neck while his head was over my shoulder looking down at his hands that were fumbling with the ties, I continued to leave sloppy kisses on him while his cock poked my ass.

"Yes." I let out breathless trying to sound like I was holding back a moan even if I was far away from neediness for the guy behind me.

Feeling Charles burn follow me while we walked through the crowd to get to his buddies to get home to finish the unknown competition Charles and I started on the dance floor. Trevor grabbed something from one of his friends before putting it down in his front pocket before I could see what it was. "See ya later!" He waved at them while we reached the front door, placing kisses on my throat as we walked.

Finding his Mercedes in the sea of cars that followed the street, sitting down and quickly pulling the seat belt over my body. Both of us forgot that the man behind the steering wheel was the one of us that was drunk as Trevor pulled out from the street with the throttle on the floor.

An unsafe trip to the apartment came to an end as Trevor parked the car in the parking lot next to the building. Taking off the seatbelt with my breath struck in my throat from the drive where I was scared that he was going to miss the street and go and crash, again  but this time with me in the car.

It's not always you can walk away from a crash.

Feeling his lips against mine as his hands went around my waist in a tight grip. Backing me towards the door as his lips and touch owned my body. His hands moved behind my back as they fumbled with the bra lock. Getting it open before his hands pulled my shirt over my head even if we were outside and going to take the elevator up that anyone could enter.

Opening the front door as he took my bra off and his lips leaving my lips to move over my nipple. Stepping into the empty elevator as I arched my back to give him more enjoyment.

The elevator trip felt like hours as Trevor's hands continued to move over my body, his lips leaving marks on my skin as I continued to act as needy as he was in a hope to revive the old flame that started our relationship that seemed to die down with time.

One flame held longer than another.

"You're my little whore aren't you Maddison?" Trevor mumbled against my skin when we got into his flat.

No. "Yes."

•••

The sun stung in my eyes when I woke up. Letting my hand to Trevor's side of the bed to find it already cold and not warm from his body heat that sometimes is there and other times aren't. Smelling the taste of new cooked breakfast filled my senses as I sat up. Ignoring the urge to pull a shirt over my head when I walked out from Trevor's bedroom.

Walking into the kitchen where Trevor sat by the table, scrolling through his phone. "Make yourself something, or not." He said when he looked up at me, scanning my naked body with his eyes. Lifting his phone and taking a picture as I tried to look comfortable.

Swaying my hips, trying to look sexy when I walked over to my boyfriend and sat down in his lap when he leaned back. "I'll be fine." Kissing his skin, seeing some light hickeys on his throat.

Hearing his front door close made me freeze before I covered my breasts with my arm before a blonde woman walked into the kitchen. "Oh.." The sound left her mouth as she saw me trying to cover up my private body parts from her view more when she didn't look away before she turned her gaze to Trevor. "Another whore babe?"

Trevor muffled an unknown laugh against collarbone before he looked up to me, grabbing my cheeks with his hands; looking at me closely before he spoke. "Wanna join us baby?" His hand grabbed my behind and gave it a squeeze in just the same way he squeezed his fist around my heart.

Holding back my tears that blurred my sight as I climbed off my boyfriend's lap and walked against his room, my head low as I heard the other woman and Trevor speak as if I wasn't in the same building as them.

Looking in the mirror above his bed as I leaned my back against the mattress to check my makeup so it didn't look too bad when I walked home again; finding my lipstick and mascara not smushed in a way I can't fix. My mind being occupied by wondering how many girls that have looked up to themselves when he fucked them with no mind that he had a girlfriend.

Fixing my makeup from the night with my finger, knowing that most of it was fake. My tears as he was inside of me had been fake, the lipstick was mostly from Trevors greediness of having some place to put his dick somewhere even sometimes without giving pleasure through his way of fucking. Last night I didn't even come, that says a lot.

Walking out of his room when I was dressed in the same clothes as yesterday. Two lips touching and moving together filled the air when I got into the kitchen that was just before the front door. Without looking up; keeping my gaze on the floor, watching my boots hit the floor for every step when I moved towards the front door. "Bye baby!" Trevor yelled from the kitchen while his lips were pressed against someone else's. Taking out my anger on the front door to his flat when I closed it.

Running down the stairs to get out from the apartment where my boyfriend lives. Opening the door out, the rain fell against my skin and clothes while I continued running down the streets until my lungs gave out. My feet felt heavy, puddles of water splashed against my bare legs when I stepped on the ground. Tears fell down my cheeks as the rain poured down from the now clouded sky.

Walking past monuments in the town where I've spent my life in. The places that Trevor affected me in even if it maybe only was a shortstop in a store that had taken a place in my squeezed heart.

Where Trevor and I first started working together for a school project years ago. Past the town cinema where our first real date was. Past the mall we went shopping a few times.

Everywhere I go, I see his face.

Stopping on the street that leads to my family house to gather my breath from the run. Light fog laid as a sheet on the ground from the mix of cold rain that fell from the sky and the warm air.

Opening the door when you couldn't find a single dry spot on my body. Three boys sitting on the couch catched my eye when I took my shoes off. Noticing Max and Charles to no surprise as Evan's ginger hair was in the mix, whatever he was doing there.

"Did you forget anything mom?" Max shouted from the couch without taking his eyes from the TV screen.

"I'm not your fucking mom, asshole." I muttered as I walked through the living room against the kitchen when hurried steps followed after me.

"Where have you been?" Max almost shouted in my face as I opened the fridge. I hate beer, but I need a beer. "Are you ok?" Could he ever stop asking? I took one of the beers from the fridge, opened it and shoved it down in one go.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          while I looked at my brother who just kept talking.

Smashing the now empty metal bottle on the kitchen island before taking another beer. "Another," I muttered before taking the bottle to my lips.

"Enough drinking now Maddison." Max snapped, also taking the bottle from my hand. Someone is mad. "What the fuck happened?"

"Woah, woah, woah big guy. Relax, take a beer and live life a bit." I said while snapping the bottle of beer from his hand and walking through him and the two other guys that stood behind him.

Petting Charles' shoulder with my hand as I passed him. Muttering a short, "Sheers." Before continuing drinking the cold beer while I walked against the stair.

I threw the empty bottle on the floor before drunkenly stumbling up the stairs, feeling their gaze on me. I probably fell a few times on the stairs, I don't know; that sense had lost my body to be filled with numbness.

Smashing the door after myself when I stepped into my room, walking directly into my bathroom and started digging through the drawers below the sink where I kept most of the pills that I use for when I need an out even if it only is for a few hours of my life.

"Please be here, please." I begged as I looked through the drawer. I felt tears fall down my cheeks. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I said feeling my body shake, tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. My shaking hands and pinching my skin trying to get the pain to take me back to my normal self and concentrate on something else than the pain that ripped through my body before the numb and scary feeling erupted in my body to the point where I can't feel anything anymore.

No thought, no feelings, no life, nothing, empty.

Not even being able to have control as when drugs take over my body. With drugs I had the control to stop, but when my body took control I had nothing but to let the numbness over my body...

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