The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter thirty-one.

• I SMOKED AWAY MY BRAIN - A$AP ROCKY

»-☠︎︎-+>

"Have you seen Mandy?" Perrine questioned, her voice a small mumble through the phone. "The fight is being spread on MySpace." She sighed.

"Already?" I furrowed my eyebrows, my lips pursing. "Send it to Bill, would you? And no, I haven't seen her. Seb said he hasn't talked to her since this morning. What did the cops want from her anyway?" I asked, feeling the slight stir of anticipation and worry. Even if I was still pissed at her. Well, I was trying to be.

"They just want to scare her, Tom." Perrine reassured. "Right," I muttered, approaching the porch as Bill unlocked the door. "Bye." I said before the line went dead. I pushed my phone into my pocket, dropping my bag before looking at Bill. "You haven't seen Mandy, have you?" I said quietly.

Bill shook his head, sighing.

I nodded a little, wandering to my room and opening the door. I stared at Mandy, who was sitting on my bed.

I breathed out, almost in relief.

But she had a pretty scuffed up face. Busted lip, bruise across her nose bridge and blood smeared across her upper lip. Black eye.

"You sure didn't fall over this time." I said, approaching as my eyes flickered over her face. She shook her head. "Yeah, but no. Ran into a few of Klara's friends while I was hiding in the bathroom." She mumbled, rubbing the nape of her neck with hazy eyes. "Fell into some snow and passed out for a bit." She said, ponting to the wound by her temple.

I sighed, leaning against my desk and crossing my arms. "Cops were looking for you, Mandy."

"Yeah. I know. Really fucked up this time haven't I?" She stood up, holding onto my bedframe with a small sway, her eyes clutching closed.

"You're wasted." I mumbled.

"No, I'm not, just had a little something to take the edge off.. it doesn't--- you know, do-not anymore, not much."

I watched her stumble, my eyes completely blank this time. There wasn't a different thought in my mind, other than 'What is happening to you? This hurts me just as much as you. You selfish bitch. Why do I love you so much I deny it?'

But I just nodded. "Right." I mumbled, approaching as I gently led her towards my desk, lifting her on before removing some of the bloody smudges on her face.

She leaned against me, her gaze on the window while I stiffened completely. I looked down at her but just continued to rub away the dirt and blood all over her face.

During, she just looked at my face. She was leaning against me, and her hands were on my upper back. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. There were too many things I was feeling.

I gently pushed her up straight, pulled her slightly forward by her legs, and pressed my lips against hers. It took a second, her arm hooking around my neck as she deepened the kiss ever so slightly. The alcohol was certainly there, lingering on her tongue. There was heat radiating off of her. She was warm. It confused me, considering her clothes were soaking wet.

☠︎︎ 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

Tom always made me feel warmer even in the coldest state. It was his body heat and just him in general.

He deepened the kiss, his fingers twitching slightly on my waist. I pulled away, looking up at him before I slipped off his shirt after a few tugs. I gave him a gentle push, getting off of the desk as he sat down on his bed, and I straddled him.

He unzipped my jacket and pulled it down my shoulders, his hands moving up my sides as I winced slightly, leaning to kiss across his jawline and to his lips once more.

I could see him staring at the bruises in the corner of my eye, his fingers trailing and ghosting over them. "Mandy," he whispered.

But I avoided his attempts and watched him gently pull my hips forward so that my bruised body pressed against his. His hand went to the back of my head, kissing my neck and shoulder.

I missed him so badly. Even if I did start this all-- I didn't deserve it. He should hate me, he does, but he can't stay away from me.

Tom pulled off my tank top, my arms raised as his eyes flickered over my bruises. He went silent, his head going over my shoulder as I pressed against him and pulled his jeans down.

His erection bobbed slightly, hardening beneath my touch while I gently ran a finger down the nerve beneath his tip. Tom shuddered lightly, his fingers tightening around my waist before his hands slipped down to the hem of my thong. He pulled it aside and looked up at me to gauge my reaction as he guided himself into me with one thrust.

My lips parted, a moan escaping as he gently bounced me. One hand squeezes at my hip, the other holding my thighs open with his thumb rubbing gentle circles on my skin.

☠︎︎ 𝚃𝙾𝙼'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅

My eyes flickered over her face as she searched mine, her eyes slightly glassy. I pulled her chest against mine, her head over my shoulder as I glanced down between us at the bruising on her.

She was too vulnerable. It was killing me; but I couldn't stop. Not yet. She didn't want me to.

"Mandy," I breathed out, my fingers pressing into her hip as I squeezed and gripped the soft flesh, bouncing her faster as the light sounds echoed in the room. My arms wrapped around her, flipping us over and onto her back as I guided myself back into her and continued with a rougher pace.