Pretend

Chapter 45

Liv's POV:

"Are you sure?" Maddy whispered to me while I stared at the house. I knew exactly how she felt. The anger couldn't be held anymore.

I also know she cannot be alone. Just like I was. She needs someone.

"When she is like this, no one can reach her. I tried... trust me-"

"I'm not you. I understand her pain.. I understand her" my words made her quiet as I opened the door feeling the rain touch my hand.

"Be careful..." She whispered as I looked back at her and kissed her cheek. "I will... drive back safely" I tried my best to look happy as I left the car and walked home.

Chris , Shawn and my mom went to the hospital because by the time he tried to get up.. he passed out.

Everyone questioned my decision to head home and I didn't care. He deserved it.

I unlock the door and head upstairs, my hair sulking into my back. My heart shakes as I started to feel nervous for some reason. Just seeing her eyes... so dark did something to me.

It was as if I could see myself in here. Yet I put my actual self deep inside for no one to see. In order to survive and be accepted by society.

Yet, she took the risk and everyone didn't accept her. As I entered the floor and walked down the hallway, the silence grew duller.

I walk over to her closed door and notice blood imprints on the handle. I know she would not respond if I said anything. So I had to go inside. When I opened the door, I saw her sitting on the ground, knees up, arms on top, and head down.

"Please... just go away," her voice sounded raspier than usual, as if she had lost it.

I look at the pills beside her with a glass of water, as if she was about to take them. "What is that?" I shut the door behind me as she looked up at me.

Her eyes were sore, as if she had been crying for hours. My heart broke seeing her like this.

"It's to ease the pain" she whispered as she stared at her hand.

"This isn't you.. I know he brings out the worst in you but-"

"This is who I am... I wanted to kill him. I didn't care who witnessed it.. I wanted him dead and killed with my own hands" she gets up as she motioned her hands to me.

"Why would you risk it.. why would you come here?" She breathed out as she glared at me. Her eyes were like death. All I saw was darkness.

"Because I know how it.. feels. The anger-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING" She dashed up to me, pressed her hands against my arms, and pushed me against the door.

A gasp escapes my lips as I feel the pain rush in. Her fingers pressed against my skin, and I felt my skin tear.

I loved it.

"It begins with the accidental slaps... you think it will stop, but it doesn't. You start to blame yourself, believing it is your fault.

"Stop" she released me as she stepped back. Her eyes began to tremble as she tried to control her breathing.

I haven't let myself... adapt through the abuse my father made me go through. I assumed that if I did not think about it, it would eventually go away.

However, it appears that I am seeing myself in a reflection. She was not me, and I was not her. However, we were two people who became victims of a parent who was supposed to protect us.

She can't hear me. It's better if she understood... with her eyes. I move my arm behind me to unzip my dress.

The sound causes her to look at me. Her lips parted, and her eyes were fraught with confusion and sadness.

She does not say anything; she just looks at me. My dress, and her eyes, both fall to the ground.

My breathing becomes shaky as I realize what I am about to do. I look at the arm I thought I wouldn't ever look at again.

I stare at the vertical cut mark on my arm and the whip marks on my sides, which are not as obvious now but would be if you looked closer. I was surprised that Maddy never noticed... or maybe she did... she just didn't care.

"Torrey" my words were softer then I expected as her eyes slowly looked at me like it was forbidden.

"He promised it would not happen again, but it did. Again. Again. And again until the point... I gave up. Or at least I tried to..." My voice broke as I saw her gaze shift from my legs to my face.

It was like she was sketching me with her eyes. She didn't say anything. And I didn't need her to.

"What sucked even more was when he died in a car accident... I felt so relieved. That I would even call it happiness"

Her lips quiver as she maintains eye contact. Then she brings her hand up to her shirt and unbuttons it.

She takes off her shirt, and I notice punch marks on her stomach that are still very new.

I couldn't help but walk over to her as her nose flares and her breathing trembles. I touch the bruises on her ribs, and she grunts softly.

"I'm so sorry"

Her hands trail down to mine, and she grabs my wrist. "I do not ever want to hear you say you are sorry for him again," she said quietly, and the sensation of her breathing made me realize how close we were.

Our lips parted as her hands moved up my body. "Liv.." she whispered again before claiming my lips.

Her lips were soft, and her hands caressed my cheek softly.

I kissed her roughly and desperately, as the months, days, and weeks of her frustration had finally caught up with me. I couldn't let go. I needed to feel her.. I needed her anger.

She does not pull away, but instead kisses me with the same passion. "Fuck me" I breathed against her ear as she groaned. I unbuckled her belt. She drops her pants, revealing the firm cock.

She flips me over, and my back falls to the bed. I stare at her body, noticing how fit she was and how veiny her member was.

She gets in the bed and leans to me as her lips moved to stomach. I felt her lips kiss my old wounds, making my heart beat faster than it already was.

She grips my ass before removing my underwear.

She needed control.

She yearned for it.

Her eyes returned to mine as she leaned down. Before I knew it, I felt her watery mouth suck into my pussy.

I gripped her hair, which made her suck faster and harder. Her tongue made circles around my clit, causing me to moan louder than expected.

She moves her arm up, feeling my breast through my bra as I unzip it. My nipples were extremely hard as she gripped them. I could feel my heart racing through her palm.

Her tongue dipped inside me, in and out, making me feel like I was about to explode. She returned her tongue to my clit, kissing it and licking it.

I wanted to feel her member inside me before I came.

I pull her hair as she looked up and leaned towards me. She climbs on top and I wrap my legs around her waist. She moaned softly, making me wetter as she inserted her tongue into my mouth. I tasted so sweet against her tongue.

Her member begins to grind against me, up and down as i swirled my hips. I could feel her cock becoming moist, and the way her eyes closed, lips parted, and breathing trembled made me smile.