Hell Himself

You're divine.

Bill's pov:

I kept hearing banging upstairs in Tom's room. Banging, slapping, grunts, moaning - I assumed he was fucking a random whore from the street. It's weird because he only just got back from the hospital after I almost killed him. Whatever floats his boat, I guess?

But then I realised that Ameri was still here. I needed to have a chat with her. I started going around the house, the kitchen, living room, dining area; I couldn't find the bitch. A loud huff came from my nose as I finally heard the racket in Tom's room calm the fuck down.

I grabbed the railing, trailing my hand up it as my feet dragged me up the steps. Since Tom was finished with his 'fun', I was going to go ask if he's seen Ameri. She's practically glued to Tom now, anyway, I knew he'd have had a glimpse of her.

The closer I got to Tom's door, the more I could hear muffled voices, giggling, and so on. I paused in the middle of the corridor. Why did that girl's voice sound so... familiar?

I took a step closer to Tom's room in the hallway, listening for one more thing.

Oh. My. God.

I stormed into the room, breathing heavily and angrily. I glared at the two, who were naked in Tom's bed.

Ameri stared mindlessly at me, eyes wide, bidy trembling. She hid under the cover to stop me from seeing her body. Tom's lower half was already covered with the blankets, his face going through an episode of emotions.

Then, I spoke. "What the fuck?" That's all I could get out. I was so fucking livid - I saw red. I knew that if I didn't get an explanation, I'd be hurting people all over again.

"Bill, hey -" Tom frantically began stammering over his excuses. "We just... we..."

The asshole couldn't even talk. He couldn't take one good look at me and explain why he's naked, in bed, with the girl that I want.

"Tom." I sighed, leaning against the doorframe. "Tom, look at me."

My voice cracked. My anger was slowly descending into that of hurt. Every slither of scornful threats disintegrated from my sorry face, my vision beginning to grow blurry as tears arose slowly. Why was it so easy for him to have her?

Why not me?

Tom looked at me, and then he sighed. He looked away, shaking his head.

"Bill, just... go downstairs." He started to put his clothes back on. "Me and Am are gonna come down when we're dressed... we can talk about this then, please."

I shook my head, not even arguing back. My lip pouted and quivered as I looked at Ameri, who had her head down and playing with her fingers.

I whimpered, but I stopped before I made more noises, running out of the room and slamming the door. I trotted down the stairs again, already in tears, slowly dragging my myself into the living room.

Once I plopped onto the couch, I held my head in my hands and sobbed.

Did I fuck it all up from the start?

Maybe if I didn't hurt her. Just maybe, she'd want me?

I thought that forcing her to have sex with me would make her love me, but clearly fucking not. She's scared of me. She fucked my brother. And she enjoyed it...

Now, it was at that time of the line that I realised now just how much I'm going to change.

I want Ameri to love me just as much as I love her, and that can't happen if I hurt her.

Just then, Tom and Ameri came in. They'd clearly showered and changed into newer clothes.

Tom sat next to me, and Ameri sat on the opposite couch.