𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 • 𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝

꧁ 13 ꧂

yall buckle up

꧁☘︎︎𖢻☘︎︎꧂

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐲

I smile to myself as I repeat Billy's words in my head.

You're worth more than a quick fuck.

Ever since I hit puberty, the opposite of that sentence was my one true belief. I was a short blonde with an innocent, sheltered personality and big tits to... not match.

When I was a teenager I never posted anything on social media because I was afraid of responses to my appearance - good or bad.

Rusty was my first experience in love and even then it wasn't love. Maybe it was for me but it wasn't for him. I loved him and he loved manipulation. Making me think I owed him things he never deserved.

I take off my shirt and look at myself in the full length mirror and for once I don't feel completely weird about my looks and myself. I feel like I could mean something.

Then the door opens and that idea gets crushed.

I immediately cover my bra-clad chest with my shirt and turn to face Rusty.

"Do you mind knocking next time you come in?"

"Please, I've seen you naked." The smug bastard just snorts, unsubtly checking me out.

"I don't mean that necessarily. I just mean that this is my place and I don't really want people barging in whenever."

Rusty gives me a look, tiny smirk on his face that I cringe at.

"What?"

"Well, you say you don't want people barging into your place but this whole house is your place, your home. And recently it's just turned into a fully fledged bed and breakfast."

"What do you mean? Billy works for us and he hasn't seen his family in forever, we had a spare house and were happy for them to stay." I say as I shrug a shirt on.

"It was my house though."

My mouth opens in pure disbelief. "It wasn't yours, we let you stay there for a few weeks and you were complaining about it the whole time!"

I just feel so isolated. I feel this, I feel that.

Rusty's face softens a bit and he moves closer, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Why do you think I complained so much, Marty?"

Still hate that nickname. It was cute when we were going out but the rose colored glasses are gone. I huff, stepping around him and to my vanity, pretending to play around with my makeup products when I don't really need any of them.

He still hasn't gotten the hang of personal space and follows. "Because I wanted to be closer to you again like we used to be. But I couldn't just demand I stay in the main house - how rude would that be?"

Yes, that would be the rudest thing you've ever done.

"Then I realised that idiot rodeo clown was staying with you I just-"

"Rodeo clown? Rusty, you realise that he's the world champion barrel racer and has a top ten time in bronc riding, right?" I turn to face him, scoffing obviously so he knows what he just said was stupid beyond belief.

"Yeah but that's not exactly steady money is it? And, come on, anyone can do that. It's a horse."

"A horse that's under a lot of pressure from a stadium full of lights and loud people!"