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"Did these occurrences worsen?" Gabrielle's words are as airy as my head was back then.
Dropping my hands from my face to glint at her, the question gets my back up yet it stays arched like a bitch. The broadness of my well built shoulders tense as they continue to struggle under the weight they carry. My palms meet as my fingertips kiss one another while they take a form, my atheist arse doesn't believe in, before my lips.
"..They did my nut in.." I gravely confess as I turn my sights away from her and to the hell within me...
I was and still am a prisoner in my own mind. No thought was my own anymore. The stargazing became more frequent and the episodes were torture. By that Saturday, she had me shackled to the walls of my brain tissue with my pants down, toying with the key to set me free. It's safe to say she had whipped my mind into the shape of her slave as she'd mastered the art of owning it.
My mornings started the same as usual but now I had to pencil in a new addition to my already packed schedule; her time. I was losing precious units of it where she had drilled herself into my frontal lobe. Thanks to that, I'd been late for a few meetings... I don't have time for tardiness.
She had become the highlight and the lowlight of my days. That little ray of hope that wasn't at the end of the tunnel. The spanner in the works that I didn't wanna remove but yet I still attempted to. As much as I begrudged it, I had grown accustomed to her words and the repetition due to the lack of them didn't bore me, which makes a change as a man of my calibre bores easily. I'd find myself listening to each one she finely plucked and coming up with better responses.
"Let me fix that for you." The words she chose when she stepped to me.
"..I'll break you in gently."
Heh.. that one was my most favourable. What can I say? Old habits die hard.
I'd be at this for hours throughout the day like a sad fuck and all the hypothetical scenarios ended with the same outcome; she'd leave. The nights were when she was at her worse, keeping me awake at stupid o'clock with that fucking smile of hers. I'm usually the one keeping them up.
I was grateful when Saturday finally came around and reared its head. I needed a distraction from her bullshit implanted in my brain. I tried to work my way through it but her crap always piled on top of any logic I had managed to fathom. By Friday I had just gone with her and the flow as they say; if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
That's what I did, I joined a bunch of fucktards that evening for some crap party in the hope she'd leave me well and truly alone. If she was considerate, she'd be absent long enough; so, I could at least try to have a good time without her on my case. Duncan's party was his pathetic attempt to get some attention; men should never crave it, they gain it, but that bitch never listened. I decided to go as after all, what's a party without "art"? And I'm certainly a fine piece of that.
There was no reason behind it, it was no one's birthday, no one had done anything worth celebrating. It was a piss up for the sake of one and I'd grown tired of these. Nothing new or exciting happened at any of them. Anything worth seeing I'd already checked it out and apparently screwed it somewhere. Anything to "make the night" had been done, yet they still held onto the slim possibility that the impossible would happen.
I'd thrown on my best shirt regardless and strolled up to Duncan's place with my date tucked under my arm, who I couldn't wait to devour. Her scent was intoxicating and she tasted more divine than the musky, fruit tones she carried. I was eager to remove her top and savour her contents, quenching my thirst and drench my marvel within it, to immerse my inhibitions for a short period of time.
Stepping onto the scene the first thing I had to encounter was Reece and Lau wrapped around each other's throats. They say two heads are better than one but I can honestly say, in their case it wasn't. The idea of knocking theirs together had come to mind but it wouldn't have enhanced them, so I left it simply as that; an idea. Decent conversation is hard to come by and it certainly is with them two. The same applied back then, it was like trying to converse with a shoe... Pointless.
"Can fish drown?" Reece's tone was as dumb as his question.
"..I'm drowning in this stupidity." The remark crunched down on the air as my teeth sunk into the growl brewing.
But the fucked-up thing, I was kinda grateful to have my mind filled with utter crap, as much as I wouldn't have admitted it back then. It was a damn sight better than having her hanging around, so I fooled myself to believe...
"Calm your tits, Easty." That Irish utterance skipped with annoyance, holding back the hint of amusement tinted within it.
"..Heh.. tits." My filthy snicker was louder than intended as a group of fresh bait looked over in my direction and who could fucking blame them.
They're hungry, Easton. Feed them.
Making zero effort, I let my head linger over my shoulder in their direction while the corners of my eyes began ripping off their clothes. Debonair advanced over my lips and spilled over the edge as it dipped into my cheek.
In a wink of an eye, they'll be squealing.
I never liked to disappoint and I certainly didn't wanna start to at that point. It would have been ungentlemanly of me not to give them a morsel. Second nature kicked in when I lazily gifted them a wink while my jaw suavely flashed my fangs. They could hardly contain themselves once it had arrived as they giggled and pulled at their skirts. If I could make them wanna lose their clothes when I was half arsed, I enjoyed the thought of what I could do when I was game for more. I was rudely interrupted from watching them fall apart in the form of a hard spank, not quite the one I was imagining at the time.
"Don't make me punch you where it hurts, Easty." She delivered that threat as hard as the blow she had to my arm.
I comforted my bicep as my face soured into a delectable sulk while I pierced her with glowered stares.
"And Ree-Ree, don't be a feckin eejit. They breathe water and suffocate without it." Lau tutted with pure affection despite her choice of words.
Reece batted his eyes at Lauren and may as well wagged his tail at her acknowledgment. However, for some peculiar reason, I was tripping on Lau's statement. The words trickled into my headspace as they filtrated their way through each compartment and filled every cavity to the brim, while my loaf attempted to calculate the chances of it being false. Despite all the different routes I took they all came to the same excruciating result;
"..So the cretin has a point?" I dragged each word until they were out of shape as I snarled in disbelief.
The pair of tits blinked repeatedly hard with vague expressions as the information slowly processed through their thick skulls. It was as painful to witness as it was being part of it. Reece and Lau stared at me as idiotic smirks began to doodle upon their faces before they exchanged a look.
An unspoken deal to make their next move a living hell for my insufferable arse. At that point I knew I was screwed. The tables had turned and done a number on me as they settled their newfound partnership to join forces with just a single nod of their heads. They had something foolish tucked up their sleeves, after all, two idiots are less tolerable than one.
"..That's what it looks like when fools conspire." The sarcastic ponder fell to replace the awkward while I gently curled my fingertips around the back of her neck.
I stroked my date to let her know I was thinking of her and how badly she was needed in that moment. I wanted her comfort to consume me and relieve me from that misery. With each passing moment her soundless calls became harder to resist. The more I ignored her and my urges, the more I was left gagging to indulge in her flavour.
"Who's your date, geez?" Reece piped up with a dashing of dopey in his tone as he glanced over at Lauren.
"She's not much of a talker, is she?" Lauren gave Reece a knowing look before turning to rub it in my face.
"Maybe you should ask her to dance?" Reece giggled as he continued to play along her trail of stupidity.
"That might loosen her up." Lauren cooed and hip bumped Reece with a smile that had "wind up merchant" caked all over it.
I stepped closer to them both with the mindset to tear their heads straight off their necks. I towered over them, as my shoulders tensed and stayed out of it. Fuelled by my livid state, my grip around her neck tightened to a point I almost choked her. I could sense my nose flaring, where I may as well have been sending "shut the fuck up" smoke signals. I leant in close, rearing my gnashes and grinding them, staring both dumb and more so dumber singly in the face.
"..I'll rip you two apart if you so much as think of stepping on my toes." My upper lip coiled as my clenched teeth snapped.
Unfazed, they both point blank stared at me. My lip twitched the longer they both played tennis between my pissed face and their goofy outlooks. A low, roaring growl formed in my mouth as my impatience grew, while my grip around her neck tightened and slipped to the base before her shoulders.
After what felt like a fucking eternity, they decided to stare at each other's dumb arses. I have no clue how it happened but the next thing I remember was them two bursting out laughing. I know they wouldn't dare to at my expense, as he who laughs first, I ensure will be their last.
With one last barter of eyes, Lau took the lead and wrapped her little hands on Reece's hips as he followed her movements. She tugged at him as though he couldn't be close enough, despite the gap between them being hard to make out. They could've been mistaken as one as his hands moulded to her tiny yet strong shoulders. Their feet slipped into place between each other, while Lau took his weight as though it was her own and held him close, like I should have done her...
With yet another flick of smiles Lau slid her hands up Reece's back and met his shoulder blades. Her petite frame leant into his as Reece's body dipped shyly away. She supported him and he trusted her as they glanced back at me.
"What's the matter, twinkle toes? Can't find your feet?" Reece's hair fell back to reveal more of his upside-down silliness.
I glared at his absurd arse and Lauren's influence as another snarl of mine penetrated the atmosphere, puncturing any good humour out of it. They had tested my patience and my good nature for far too long that evening. I wanted to snap his spine in half but I couldn't imagine that going down a treat, I'm not a party pooper after all.
"I think it's his date that can't find theirs, Ree-Ree." Both Lauren's words and face smirked in mine as she put a giggling Reece back on his feet.
He wound his arm around the small of her back but Lauren had bolder ideas as she smacked him with her lips. As they got lost in each other's mouths, I almost spat vomit along with feathers while they exchanged tongues and saliva. I wanted to break them up before Reece mounted her leg and humped the living crap out of it. Then I got the picture of how funny that would be as a spectator; Reece dry romping Lauren's leg, so I decided to let them have their moment.
However, I wasn't gonna suffer alone. I reached for my date and ripped off her top as I led her to my lips. I downed her juices as I sucked on her, while internally I begged for more. I continued to savour her smooth tones that hit each of my taste buds individually. I almost struggled to keep up with her as she continued to force herself down my throat and wash around my mouth. She filled mine with her contents as her relish overwhelmed my mind and palate. It wasn't something I'd normally do, drink straight from the bottle but there was no time to grab a glass.
Once I was satisfied with the volume of Dutch courage, she had kindly provided my system with, I prised my lips away and wiped her residue from my mouth with the back of my hand. I followed the bottle of whisky as I dropped her to my side before slamming it on the table beside me.
I teared my firing range away from the bottle. Not taking my hand of it, I viciously turned my attention back to the two fools. Reece and Lau had managed to end their tongue wrestling match and were standing, waiting for my input. To be honest, I think Lauren wanted me to join in but she'd never admit it, the kinky cow.
They continued to mindlessly gawp at me as they chuckled like a pair of hyenas wasted on laughing gas between whispers. I hate to be stared at, which is ironic as I turn heads and secondly, I despise being laughed at. The thing that vexed me was the fact those two knew it and yet they continued to play dumb and laugh behind shielded hands, as though that was gonna save them from what happened next.
Irritation and aggravation seeped over me with each passing second, slow and painful to watch like sand granulating through an hour glass. My upper lip flared to meet with my wrinkled nose, while a low, brutal snarl began to take over my vocal cords. My shoulders rigid as my chest violently rose and heavily fell whilst my fingers clenched around the nape of the whisky bottle at a neck-breaking pressure.
My feet decided enough was enough and without a second thought, let alone a first, they pounded their way over to Reece. With my left hook not forgetting to bring the bottle along for the ride, they came to a halt inches away from the lanky streak of piss; he's lucky one didn't boot him up the arse. My jagged jawline up in his baby-faced mug as my colossal stature dwarfed his in comparison. His russet peepers swelled as air destructively heaved its way in and out of my nostrils. Silence is the best response when dealing with idiots and I should have taken my own advice; but I couldn't leave it there... I always get the last word.
"..He said bring a bottle, not a date, tight arses." I spat my dummy out in Reece's face as my eyes brutally scoured his to remind him of his place.
I stabbed a vile look at Lauren over my shoulder before returning my gaze back to Reece. With one final savage riff at his scrawny, cry baby self, my right hand lashed out to deliver a much-needed harsh shove to his left shoulder. I couldn't have asked for a better result for his actions as he fell backwards into the pack of tarts, landing flat on his arse. I turned on my heels without looking back and done one, losing myself and them two twats in the chaos of panting bodies.
Half of the faces I did not recognise and didn't care to, as I made my way down the crowded corridors. My free hand moving them out of my way, shifting them to one side to make room for myself while I continued to bombard my way through. My feet chopped down on the flooring beneath me while my mind played havoc, struggling under the hold she had on me. My thoughts a hostage as they continued to be tied down by her, despite how hard I tried to gain to control. Before I knew it, she was on top dominating again as I found myself hopelessly scanning the faces of every, single female I passed, in a desperate plea that one of them belonged to her.
Can't she wander here and out of my headspace, for fuck sake?
Losing myself in the hallways as my mind ran away with her. The bass thumping its way through my body and circulated my veins, I kept up my brutal stomping while she sprinted through my brain. I exited each room as soon as I had entered, hoping to lose her in one of them. Making headway, not watching my steps, my head now pounding, probably due to her insistent racing. My feet picked up speed in an attempt to outrun her and the headache but in my haste, I bumped heads... literally head first. Taken down in my prime and stopped dead in my tracks by a clash of skulls with that of an unsuspected party dweller's forehead.
I didn't mind where I was going or give a fuck about an apology as I brushed off the collision with a rough rub of my brow, followed by a dirty glare at the one who got in my way. Without a second glance or paying them much attention, I licked my wounds while I nursed my tongue that had been bitten to spite itself, thanks to the head butt and continued on my path of self-destruction. I'd managed roughly around three to four paces when a voice that was like synthetic cotton, fluffy but fake, pulled me away from her. If only I had known what a bad seed, I was later gonna unearth, before I turned my head to face it.
"You can bang me senseless anytime, hunk." Her sultrily mewed comment was as forward as her steps toward me.
She swung her hips into action and kept her ash grey eyes smoking seductively on the prize, as she closed in on me. Each footing was as kittenish as the next while her little black dress rolled a little over each of her honey, porcelain thighs as she approached. Her garnet locks passed her collarbone that she swept to one side over her muted, maple shoulder, in an attempt to show me what she had to offer. She smoothly slid up next to me with her back up against wall, subtly shoving her assets in my face. Her full-bodied, rosé lips slipped into a suggestive smile while her closed-set, smoky eyes undressed me.
"Tiffany Angelos." She parted her lips to offer her name with tempting tones and proffered her hand, as well as herself to me.
My eyes snapped to face her and back down to her hand that I left hanging there, just like her goods were out of that dress. I almost pitied her attempts to grab my attention, but at the time, this was all I was used to... tarts. I'd left my guardian patience behind and my manners at home, so my dearest friend snarky was all I had to lean on.
"..Ravishing... but did I ask?" Sarcasm oozed as pique snagged onto my last word.
"No, but the pleasure can be all yours." She friskily coaxed while her fingers from her extended hand crept up my chest.
"..Heh.. You'll make it worth my while, I suppose?" Each word spoken dripped with conceit and flooded my lips, while my gunmetal blue peepers followed her finger's steps.
"I'd make it wild with a guy like you." Her tongue tip stroked her front teeth before a coquettish smile spread apart her lips.
Her fingertips had ceased in their movements below the collar of my watery blue shirt. Meanwhile, her other hand slyly slithered its way up, making sure to cup a good feel. Still with that risqué grin upon her lips as her eyes sinfully stalked over my face in a luring manner. I called her on her bluff as I stepped in on her, invading her space like she had done mine. Up close and personal, I get in her face, while I trapped her with my forearm against the wall. I breathed down her dress making sure I got my eyeful before my wandering sights settled on her lips. With nothing but what I would do to her in mind, I flicked my gaze back up to meet hers before delivering my line...
"...That's my name, wanna scream it later?" The corner of my mouth dripped into my cheek as the words trickled out.
"All. Night. Long." She licked her lips as she yanked the cuff of my shirt... my good shirt, and wrapped it round her lithe vices.
"..Heh.. You're begging for it." Unable to control the laugh at her eagerness.
"I'll get on my knees and you'll beg for mercy." She breathlessly whispered as she tugged at my shirt once more.
Pulling me closer while she pushed herself against me, with my shirt still in her grasps. Twisting it as she forced herself on me, I peered down to see the damage she was causing to it. Tearing at the seams the harder she held on as the ripping of material started to become apparent. Usually, my shirt is the least of my concerns when delving in such shenanigans, however the longer my narrowed sights lingered, the more my smirk contorted.
Of course, she timed her entrance perfectly once again as she skipped through my memories. Fixing my shirt to dress me and mending that crappy bowtie after it had come undone as though it was nothing. Then finishing it all with a gentle tap on my chest and a smile I could not forget...
Snapping back to reality, I found myself holding the shitty end of the stick. Not being greeted by the same smile that haunted my mind morning, noon and night, was a massive kick in the teeth, and fuck did I feel it. She brushed her lips against my neck and wrenched me once more, which got on my last nerve and made my stomach turn. Her right hand made its way down my torso and fumbled with my belt buckle hastily as though she was dying of thirst, while her other latched on tightly around my shirt.
Jerking my vision away from her meat hooks, as they clung on while her manicured, scarlet nails dug at my skin beneath. My eyes ruptured in fury as my mouth fissured and fractured in repulsion. I made myself sick and she wasn't doing me in any favours by jumping all over me, claiming me like a piece of meat. Wanting to take back control, I ripped myself apart and away from her. Without anytime to breathe, I lost it, along with my cool...
"..Tough shit, I don't do charity." I coughed up and hoicked that crude retort at her face, which left my mouth like gobbing up phlegm; vulgar but satisfying as fuck.
I tore her off me single handedly still with the bottle in my left. My eyes slashed into her like a butcher with a cleaver and I went to work like one. I discarded her like a cheap cut and disposed of her to one side. I exploded my way through the crowd, not giving a fuck who I crushed when blasting through. I blew passed strangers like a gale force, hard enough to knock the air right outta their lungs and leaving them winded. Scraping shoulders and barging bodies, my head and my footfalls were a mess. Pissed with my "guy downstairs" for pussying out and at her for showing her face.
My head split in two like I should've done with that tart, I didn't know whether I was coming or going. Chewing over the facts, Tiffany was appealing to the eye and sweet in the flavour to begin with. Satisfying for awhile until the aftertaste hits. Like frangipane in a Bakewell tart, it goes sour and sticks, leaving a rancid taste in your mouth... That's exactly what the thought of Tiffany did to me every time she showed her face, cutting through every ounce of sense.
In two minds whether to take a bite or continue to chase after her, I staggered down the hallways, tracing my hand along the wall attempting to retrace my sanity. One thing was certain, my head was fucking splitting where that headache hadn't jogged on. I needed salvation and a fucking miracle, to stop me being sucked in by whatever the fuck was going on with my guy below and the shit storm upstairs in my head...242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdIXsf5X6CM
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"Both meetings played on your mind?" Gabrielle's question comes out of the blue.
Removing my hands from my face to look at her, I crack my knuckles intensely. Making sure each joint clicks as it desires as I remain in my head. Pulling away from the memory, I look down at her like I do her question. It's fucking beneath me to point out the obvious.
"..No shit Sherlock." My presumptuous thought falls out in the same tone with a chip on my shoulder.
"Why do you think that is?" Gabrielle swats away my bite as though it's a fly and with a newspaper... simply and effectively.
Rearing forward so I can leer in her face, I place my hands on my legs for extra leverage. With only the coffee table between us, I grow content with how close I can get without getting up and draw out a sardonic grin on my face. My nose delighted, it curls in sheer smugness as my sights meet with her line of vision and bore into her sockets.
"..What d'you think, Gabbykins?" Dicing up Gabrielle's crap with a sharp tongue, lapping up the acidulous notes within the pet name.
She sits forward without so much as a flitch at my intrusion. Rather than backing away, she stares right back into me. Taking her time and without diverting her sage hue orbs, she brings that poxy cup to her lips and takes a gradual sip. Slowly returning the cup to the safety of its saucer, Gabrielle keeps her eyes on me and locks them as though she can see right into the depths of my dismembered soul.
"Why don't you tell me?" Gabrielle asks, smothering each word dotingly, without so much as a stutter.
Catching me off guard by her tone and her absurd question, I sit back and try to relax. My leg not allowing it as it bounces with rage, getting fired up due to my show of intimidation failing to shake her. My tongue now lost as it finds itself in the bottom-left molar causing my face to crinkle into a pretty, pissy, picture. Trying to hold back the bite my choppers want to rip into, my tongue pushes harder within and against it. Under the pressure it slips and falls out of place. Skidding along the top row, cutting into the edges of my teeth before it lashes out.
"..What kind of fucking question is that!" Venom in the grit of my voice, I snap to my feet as searingly as my jaw clamps down.
My arms now straight at my side as my fists squeeze themselves into compact masses of skin and protruding bone. I stand before Gabrielle, in the shape of the Guy I didn't want anyone and especially her to see. My shoulders flaring forward, acting as hackles conveying my aggression. Violently throwing my chest into motion as the huffing of my breath fills the room. With only a table to keep me from tearing her apart, Gabrielle inclines toward it, placing her cup and saucer upon it, without a care in the world.
"A relative one." Gabrielle quips, taking it easy like her tone.
"..Don't.fucking.try it." I scornfully chomp at each word, denoting my index digit at her as a fucking warning.
"How can I possibly try when you're not?" Reclining back into her seat with ease, mirroring her relaxed tone.
"I can't and you certainly can't fucking answer that!" Slamming my hands down on the coffee table as abruptly as I answer her back.
I keep them there studying her face as I turbulently expel oxygen. Not a dab of fear marks Gabrielle's face while I cast shadowed glares at her. She stays put, not flinching a single muscle, as her eyes refuse to give up on me.
"You're right. I can't explain what's going on in your head, Guy." She cloaks her words earnestly. Tender and filled with sincere cordial which reflects in her forest fern eyes.
Getting lost in them momentarily, they have a hold on me like something had before, slashing my eye contact away and stoop my head in disgrace. Hunching over, I scrutinise my hands, I'm sick of the sight of them and the trouble they cause. Shamefully, I slide them out of sight and out of my mind when cramming them into my pockets. Turning my back to Gabrielle, I trudge my way over to the window once more. Each of my footsteps heavy and difficult as I'm finding to breathe, while the guilt eats me alive. Propping my forearm against the window frame, I rest my head upon it. Looking out of the bay window once more, hoping to find my will and my way.
"I'm not a mind reader, Guy. Only you can tell me." Gabrielle's tone as gentle as her touch on my limp bicep.
"..It's impossible to explain." Hanging my head, my voice now nothing but a rugged whisper.
My face refusing to look at her but my eyes can't resist a peep. They register her venerable hand soundly and silently offering support. Taking a gamble, they drift to her face.
"All you can do is try." She states as lightly as the small sympathetic smile now on her lips.
Unable to comprehend the sight of Gabrielle, I rip mine away and back to the life outside the window. Attempting to block out and forget my actions, her words echo in my headspace. All you can do is try? Why the fuck would I want to try again? Can you try too much or not enough? Maybe I never tried hard enough? The chances are I tried and failed every fucking time and no one likes a try hard. They say you should pick yourself up and try again, maybe I can't be arsed to get up as there's nothing worth standing for? Dragging everyone else down with me, maybe that's me trying my very best...242Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6uhoVECx5N
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