If I Die Young

Mr. Player

A/N PLEASE READ- This is my first story about something like this and I know nothing about what I'm writing about and it sucks but I'm just going to write anyways. So this is me apologizing for the incorrectness of any of the facts I state. This story is pure fiction. Like I said I don't know what I'm talking about so please don't take me facts seriously.

*sorry for bad spelling and editing*

If I Die Young- Mr. Player

"Erin", a husky voice called out to me waking me out of a good dream. "Erin, wake up baby" The voice called out to me again. I opened my eyes to a blonde beauty. My sexy girlfriend at the time, Alison, was standing half naked at the end of my bed, looking at me seductively. A grin found its way on to my face as my eyes gave her a once over. Alison and I have a mutual agreement over our relationship. It is all for sex, a bit shallow but we both get what we want out of it. We were each others sexual toys, and perfectly content with it. It was an open relationship too. We could do whatever we wanted.

"Come here Alison" I practically purred out to her. She slowly crawled onto the bed, barely breaking eye contact as she made her way to me. Alison was my seductress. She knew exactly what to do to get me on, and I loved every minute of it. She took her time getting on top of me slowly brushing against me through the blankets as she went along. When she finally was on top of me I was armed and ready. We started to make out, her moaning, me groaning.

We jumped apart when someone opened the door. "Shit", she swore out grabbing a used towel off the floor to wrap t over her half naked body. I looked at the door feeling extremely irritated. Who is bothering me at this early in the morning. I literally growled as I looked to see my Mom standing in the door way. My face paled as she looked at me disapprovingly. I could feel all the blood draining from my face and my excitement disappearing. "Alison", my Mother spoke scarily calm to Alison, telling her to leave. All throughout her conversation with Alison she did not once break eye contact with me, and it scared the shit out of me.

Alison put on her clothes and left my room, cheeks burning bright at being caught red handed. The room stayed in silence as Alison made her way down the stairs. My mother and I looking at each other quietly until we heard the front door slam from down stairs. I winced as a pain in my stomach made itself known to. Sitting up in my bed and clearing my throat to hide the pain from my Mom, I looked expectantly at her. "Erin", She said sternly. "How many times have I told you, to respect a lady even if she has no respect for herself.", she glared at me intensely, waiting for an answer. "A few", I replied hesitantly, trying not to set her off. She may look like a tiny woman, but I knew better from several years of experience. If you deviate from the rules she doesn't hold back.

My mothers blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, with not a hair out of place, as per usual. She wore hardly any make-up, and had a very business like out fit on. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she stared at me icily. "Don't let me catch you doing that ever again, or you will be sorry." she said coldly. Crisply turning around and walking out of the room. I crumpled, laying my head against the wall behind me. My stomach pulsing with pain. My whole body exhausted from the two encounters I just had. I was tired and I hadn't even gone to school or football practice yet. What the hell is wrong with me.

I looked over at my bedside clock. 730. I barely had any time to get ready! Damn it! I stood up quickly searching for a shirt to wear to school, some where on my floor. My stomach still throbbing as I looked for clothes. As I walked I suddenly felt more drained then before, my vision was going fuzzy as I wobbly lent against my dresser for support. What the hell? Why do I feel like this?

I woke up on the floor with a hurting jaw and abdomen. What just happened? I slowly sat up looking around for any clue to what happened. I looked at my side dresser and it said 745. It was only 730 ten seconds ago! I stood up, using the dresser for support against my weak legs. As the fuzzy feeling in my head disappeared I realized I must have gotten up to fast and the blood ran out of my head or something.