Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 30

Liza pov

"Fuck. She's tight." He groaned to himself, holding my legs around his waist.

"No, please stop." I cried as I tried to scratch his chest to deter him.

"She really is so pretty like this. Don't you think?" He asked, turning his head to the left.

My head followed his, and what I saw made me want to throw up. I saw Gabriel and the other guy sat there, watching intently. More tears rushed down my face as the pain increased.

"Hey come on man. You're hurting her." Gabriel protested, standing up and walking over.

"P-please." I cried, holding my hand out for him.

"I know baby. It'll all be over soon." No, wait. "Come on. My turn." He said to the other guy.

"G-gabe?" I questioned as I watched him drop his pants and boxers.

"Just relax baby. It's gonna feel so good." He whispered as he gripped my hips and thrust forward into me harshly.

"No. Please." I screamed, sitting up and panicking.

I struggled in the covers for a few minutes before jumping out of the bed. My vision was so blurred from my tears that I hardly even recognised my own room. My back hit the wall and I slid down it. I gripped the sides of my head and tugged on my hair.

Every night. Every fucking night for the past week has been the same. The same dream. The same cut off point. The same people. I can't fucking sleep anymore. I thought shutting everything off would work this time. But no.

You can hardly see my floor. It's all covered in paper balls and plates of food Finn made me that I just didn't finish. My room undoubtedly smells like sweat. I wake up in a rut every morning. I wake up panting, panicking and sweating. All because every time I close my eyes I see him over and over and over again.

I bring my knees to my chest and rest my head between them. I need sleep. I think I've slept for a collective of seven hours this whole week. I'm so royally fucked this time.

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Jaden pov

"Why does Landon chose six in the fucking morning to have a mid-life crisis?" I groaned as I pressed the elevator button for Liza's floor. "And I'm talking to myself. Great." I'm going fucking crazy.

I rested my head against the body of the elevator as I waited for it to take me up. I don't doubt for a minute that Liza isn't going to talk to me, but my plan of getting Landon out of my house worked. My plan of going back to sleep for a good few hours until I resurfaced at around 1 o'clock didn't, but baby steps.

The elevator dinged and I was about to get out when I realised that it wasn't Liza's floor and someone else had gotten in. Great, now I can't blink my sleep back.

"Hi." Fuck.

"Hey." I said to the short brunette that walked in.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm not going down. I'm going up." She clarified a question I never asked.

"Great." I half mumbled back.

"So where going to then?" Fuck me dude.

"A friends house." I tried keeping my answered short in hopes to deter her from a future conversation but my efforts went to vain when she kept talking.

"Cool. I'm going to see a friend too. Well, a new friend. I only met them a few days ago." She talked on.

"Good for you." I replied, silently thanking the lord when the elevator opened.

I got out after almost completely ignoring her. Until I heard her footsteps behind me. I mentally groaned even louder in my head and just tried to make my way to Liza's door. I almost stopped in my tracks when I saw Finn stood there waiting at the door.

"Hi Finn." I said, offering a small wave.

"You look like shit." Wow, not even a hi.

"I was going to say that on the elevator but I felt like that was rude." The girl shrugged. I don't even know you.

"Oh, hey Vanessa." Finn smiled at her.

"Yeah okay. I'm not even going to question this because it's fucking early. I just need you to open the door so I can talk to your sister." I stated bluntly, interrupting their eye-fucking session.

"Well good fucking luck to you. I doubt she'll even let you in her room." They laughed, but obliged by opening the door anyway.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." I grumbled, walking past them and shutting the door behind me. "Wait." I called out, opening the door again and stopping Finn from leaving. "Where's that little fucking yappy thing she has?" I asked, talking about the puppy.

"Fro-yo is in the back room." They answered before getting in the elevator.

I shut the door again and walked further into the apartment. It was deadly silent, other than a faint squeak from a dog toy so I was assuming that Liza was still asleep. I mean rightfully fucking so.

I decided I was going to make myself some cereal before I spoke to her, mainly because I hadn't eaten since last night and I was starving. I half groaned when I realised she only had fake milk. I've seen her eat an entire tub of ice cream. Why does milk bother her?

I was halfway done with eating my cereal when I heard a scream. I knew it was Liza l, but I was confused as to what she shouted. "No. Please."

I put the bowl on the side and made my way down to her room. I opened the door and was shocked to see how drastically it changed in a week. There were paper scrunches all over the floor and half eaten plates of food. There was an indistinguishable smell in her room, but my attention was quickly brought away from the room when I heard a sob.