Sin (Synyster Gates Love Story)

Chapter Seven

Later that night, I never got a message, nor a call from Brian. I wanted to know what he meant by later. Which, I already knew, but I wanted him to say it, for some reason.

Was that wrong of me?

Was it wrong that I actually wanted to help him?

What harm would it be over the phone? It's not actually cheating that way, is it?

I got tired of waiting on him to call or text, so I decided to lay down. I didn't plan on falling asleep, I just did. For a few minutes anyways.

I woke up to someone knocking on my door.

I picked up my phone and checked the time.

2:14 AM

"Who the fuck?" Mumbled as I slow got out of bed.

I peeped out my curtain and found Brian standing at my door.

"What are you doing here?" I quickly asked him as I opened the door.

He shook his head and barged in.

Before I could say anything, he grabbed me by my face and kissed me.

I slightly pushed im back, "What? What is thia?"

"Dont ask." He mummled, gripping onto my hips, "Just please.."

I looked into his eyes and realised, he had been crying.

He slowly ran his hands up my body, to my face and kissed me again.

"Brian." I said between kisses. I grabbed him by his shoulders and made him look at me, "What is it?"

He shook his head and buried his face on my shoulder.

I pulled him over to my bed and sat him down. I sat next to him and he laid in my lap.

"What happened, pleae tell me?" I begged him.

He shook his head and ran his hand up my shorts.

I rolled my eyes and pulled his hand back, but he shoved me back on my bed.

"Just let me have my way." He begged looking me in my eyes, "Please."

I bit my lip and looked at him hovering over me.

He looked so good, but he was vonarable.

It would be as if I was taking advantge of him.

But he looked so good.

He stared rubbing my sides, looking down my body.

I grabbed onto his collar, making him look at me. I nodded my head yes and pulled him do to me so I could kiss him.

He slightlly smiled and pulled my shirt off. I did the same to him and ran my hands down his chest. He leaned down and kissed, then pulled away inches from my face. He looked in my eyes and started to cry.

He fell next to me and hugged onto me, crying into my chest.

I ran my hand threw his hair, "Brian, please, just tell me. It might help?"

He sat up and turned away from me as he whipped his face. I scooted back on against the head board of my bed, waiting for him to talk.

He turned to me and nodded his head, "She hurt me."

"How?" I asked.

He looked down at his self and thats when I noticed the huge bruise on his side.

I covered my face in shock, "What did she do?"

He sighed and looked my in the eye, "We were fighting. She found out I slept with someone before we got married. She found out I slept with you, but she doesnt know who you are."

I reached to him and went to touch his bruise, but he grabbed my hand.

"Please dont." He said, "It hurts to bad."

I got up off the bed and went into my kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He asked me instently.

I ignored his questioned and grabbed a ziplock baggy. I filled it with ice and wrapped it in a cloth from the counter. "Lay down." I told Brian serious, pushing on his shoulder.

He did as he was told and I gently placed the ice on his side. He whimpered and flinched a bit, but let me hold the ice on his side.

"What did she hit you with?" I asked, starting to feel angry.

He shook his head, "I dont remember, either a beer bottle, or a bat."

I shook my head and started to get up off the bed, "You hold this on it and get some sleep. I'll sleep on the couch."

"No." He said grabbing my arm, "Sleep with me?"

I sighed and looked at him for a long minute, then nodded my head. I crawled next to him and held the ice on his bruise again. I laid my head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around me.

I didnt know what it was, but I felt bad for him. Even though it was my fault, that was wrong for her to hit him like that.

Speically after they just got married.

Also, I felt my feelings for him, growing. I didnt like it, at all. I didnt want to like him. It was bad and it was wrong.

He was, no is, a married man.

But yet, here I am, with him in my bed.