Hostile Nature

Chapter one: Lifestyle

Kian's POV:
Insanity? The state of being seriously mental or ill? No, i think its more like an annoying little sister who taps your shoulder every other damn minute. Insanity is something that's always there, that will never go away. Sure, you can drown out your fear and pain with pills but is that really a cure? Does it really help you in the long run? Absolutely fucking not. They just tell you that and wait for your grieving stage to pass then everything is back to normal. But is insanity even close to normal? Are they in any way the same thing? Maybe somehow, someway, they are related. Then yours or myselfs definition on insanity is completely wrong and irrelevant. For that, itself and it's meaning , is oblivious.
~K.Lawley.

I lean back in my desk chair, pressing send . I look around my room begging for the quietness to start. Those fucking idiots down stairs, blasting music on a wensday night.

I sigh shaking my head and walk down the stairs after grabbing my phone.

Hazle lays at the top of the stairs, jumping when she sees me.

"Come here" I coo to her and she jumps on me. The only female in my life that doesn't make me want to shoot myself, is my dog. Wow.

The living room is only contained with Trevor , the fifteen year old that I dream about fucking stuffing in a plastic bag. I love him, but when he comes over...quietness is never found.

"Don't you have school tomorrow?" I sarcastically intrude by turning the stereo off.

"Yeah." He shrugs.

"Then go home" He glares at me and I laugh at our relationship. He's annoying and load, but without him and Dylan around here, im afraid we would turn into old rich men who act like they have a dick up there ass .
And he's Jc's cousin.

"Where's Jc and Jessie?" My phone vibrates on the counter.

"He went to go pick her up from work " on cue, the front door opens and they both walk in holding eachothers hand.

Ugh. Still in the cupcake phase after four fucking years.

Again my phone goes off.
Amber: Are you done yet?
Amber:Kian.
Amber:hurry up.
Stupid annoying bitch. If she wasnt so worried about my dick maybe she could actually get someone who cared about her. I sure as hell don't.

Me: hold the fuck on.

"Wow , your still here" Jc sitts on the stool by the counter .

"Not for long"

"Dont forget the party tomorrow for Kai." Jessie informs me.

I cock my eyebrow. "My sister? The one that's coming to live with us." Oh shit, I forgot all about that.

"Why do we have to throw her a damn party? She isn't any better then us." Jc flicks me off knowing that he'll here it for my mouth later. But i don't give a fuck.

"I haven't seen her in three years ." She defends. "I want to show her she's welcomed and congratulate her on the job she got here."

I roll my eyes. "Where is she working the strip club?" I smirk at her , she hits my shoulder. When I first met Jessie, I hated her. And when We all moved in together we argued non stop. But she's not that bad, she makes Jc's sappy ass happy and she doesn't take what I say to heart anymore.

"The Ufc place by Hollywood boulevard. The red and white one ."

I work out there.

I laugh, like actually laugh. "Yeah, okay" I pick my key up from the counter .

"Dude, she's actually pretty cool. She's how I met Jessie." I shrug. I really don't fucking care about this girl. She's just gonna be a object in my lifestyle.

"Maybe you'll even like her. And leave that slut." Jessie leans on her elbows on the counter.

"I can't leave someone if we're not together." All I do is fuck her. Im sure she has feelings, but thats her problem. "And your sister, I won't like her " i shrug as the words leave my mouth.

Jc shakes his head. "How can you be so positive about someone you never met?"

"Its a gift" I turn around , praying one of them do not fucking speak again. And gracefully, they don't.

Im really not looking forward to living with this bitch. She's going to be stuck up . And an MMA fighter? Please, she's probably like a janitor or something. I've seen pictures of her when she was seventeen or so and she was cute or whatever, her hair was always straight.

But Amber is starting to get on my nerves, hell she's gotten on my nerves since the first time she wrapped her mouth around me. She's hot, but damn is she clingy. Tries to stay the night after we fuck, talks way to much. But she'll do.

I get out the car dreadfully walking to the front door. I knock impatiently and wait to see what skimpy clothes she threw on her small body today.

"What took you so damn long?" She flings the door open and grabs me by my shirt, pulling me towards her. Her hair is curled and she has nothing on but a white tank top. No bra, no underwear.

"Seriously?" I think her goal was to turn me on .

"Your gonna have to do more then that"

She pushes me onto the couch and rips my pants along with my boxers off. Her expensive acrylic nails wrap around my dick and its not till a couple seconds untill her mouth going up and down me, I actually get hard.

I laugh silently to myself. And close my eyes trying to focus on her lips so i can get this shit over with.