Lust for Love

Chapter 41

* FLASHBACK *

* Tyler's Dream *

"TYLER!"

"Wait where are you Vivy?"

'Why is it so dark?'

'Damn it! There's something heavy pressing down on me.'

Urgh! As I pushed through it was bright. There she was! Pink cheeks, her pigtails, her smile. I saw little Vivy.

"Tyler! Let's get ma....." I tried to reach my hand out to her but the scene changed to Jacob's living room,

"Why am I back in that godforsaken living room? She's crying." She's crying and saying something.

She mouthed, "It's okay."

Why? Why is there a gun in my hand? No.

GUNSHOT

No! No! My vision got blurry but I heard her voice again.

"Tyler?" Vivy looked at me lopsided from above the slide.

Ah! I'm back under that slide.

'Why am I always crying? Can I ever be brave?' I buried my face in my hand.

"Ahn!"

Vivy? I looked up to find her under me as I kissed her hip and she moaned with pleasure.

"I'll do it however many times if you want me to, so stay with me," I kissed her skin and she moaned again.

But when I looked up she was far away this time, a hand had grabbed her by the face roughly and pulled her back, as she cried.

"No, leave her! Leave her" a face appeared behind her with a sinister smile as he .... No! .. no! I don't wanna see it.

I blinked and I was back in her arms as I kissed her neck, her hands combed through my hair and she moaned as I buried myself in her nape,

"Ah!"

But when I opened my eyes, Jacob was biting her neck as . . . no. . no. . Jacob was fucking her right in front of me.

"No! don't. She's crying" she cried as his arm tightly gripped around her and her face, she looks horrified! No! Please don't! Stop! Don't hurt her!

*HIC*

I cried and so did Jacob as he moaned, "HUH! URK! HAA"

"AAAH!" Vivy cried.

"No, Our eyes met...she looks mortified." I looked away.

"No don't look away!"

"Tyler," she softly called. I was back in her arms.

"Tyler", she called to me as she lay under me. I slipped her top off above her head to find myself surprised.

HUH!? Why is she wearing that black Cami?

"Ty-Tyler" she's crying. There were bite marks and bruises on her neck and chest.

"Tyler" she called out as a hand crept in from underneath her, around her neck.

"It's okay," she mouthed again.

"No! Don't say that! Damn it! It's not okay! You're hurt!" I tried to reach out to her as she drowned in the black waters beneath her.

I bent over and dipped my hand aimlessly inside the water but when I pulled out my hands, they were bloody and my hand slipped off hers as I lay helplessly on the coffee table as Jacob hugged her and he sneered over her shoulder, he mouthing something,