Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

29. Toxic

(Warning: Sexual content and Violence)

"Mia. Let me in please. I get that you despise me right now and I don't blame you but will you just let me hold you for a second and explain." Timothée pleas gently from other side of the guest bathroom door.

I've locked myself in here for the last 45 minutes.

I don't want to see Jacob. I don't want to see Jessica..and I certainly can't stand the sight of Timothée at this moment.

"Alright. If you want to stay in the bathroom all night, I can't stop you but I'll just wait here for you until you decide to come out." I hear his body slide down the other side of the door, the back of his head causing a small thud when he presses it against the door.

I don't want to sleep in the bathroom. I'm way too angry to even think about sleeping.I'd be surprised if I get a wink of sleep tonight at all.

The thoughts of Timothée and my best friend in bed together play like a relentless loop in my head. The noises he makes when he's inside me..Does he make the same noises when he's inside her? Does he look into her eyes when he cums?

He's such a fucking liar.

He downplayed the sexual nature of their relationship. This was something they both very much enjoyed.They enjoyed it so much they had sex over and over again.

He manipulates me and I fall for it every time.Every time I look into those stupid warm turquoise eyes, I get sucked back in. It's like he's put me under his unbreakable wicked spell.

Not this time.

I'm not going to let him have this much of a grip over me anymore.

I open the door harshly,causing his body to be pushed onto the hardwood floors. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't want you to touch me. Leave me alone. I'm serious." My words cold and distant.

Timothée shoots up from the floor, his mouth slightly open, as he takes shallow breaths.He looks disheartened and afraid.

"What can I do to fix this? Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it." The tone of his voice is hopeless and his face frantic, before he goes to grab my hand.

"Timothée get your hands off of me!" I glare as I back away from him in repugnance.

He seems to come apart slowly at my current hatred towards him, his face falling as he slumps his shoulders.

I can't contain my anger and I feel it all just come out, "You don't love me! You never have. You just love the twisted kinky sex we have. You're living out some type of fetish. You're a fucked up little boy with daddy issues who gets a thrill out of fucking his step sister."
The pitch of my voice rises, making sure that every word stings.

Timothée eyes become glassy, as if my emotions are being transferred to him.

"You really think that's how I feel about what you and I have? That's the most awful thing you could ever say to me." Timothée clutches the back of his head in sorrow and starts rocking on his feet.

I scoff in his direction.Of course, somehow he's trying to turn this around on me.

"You okay?" I hear Jacob walk towards Timothée and I in the hallway.

"Screw you. You just had to stir the pot didn't you?" I scowl at him.

"Don't blame me. I'm sorry your little fairytale prince is a manwhore ."Jacob grumbles, looking in Timothée's direction.

"Jacob, I dare you to keep running your fucking mouth and see how that's going to go." Timothee chests expands,clenching his fists as if he's going to punch Jacob any moment.