Break Me

14

Trevor was being discharged from the hospital the following week. I had been by his side the entire time, refusing to leave him alone, holding his hand during the long, sleepless nights, and whispering words of encouragement when fear threatened to consume me. Now, as I waited in the hospital room, I felt a flicker of hope ignite within me.
The doctors had informed us that Trevor was stable enough to continue his recovery at a rehab center that Daniel had managed to set up for him—a place reputed for its effectiveness. This was a new beginning, a chance for Trevor to reclaim his life from the grasp of addiction. The program was ninety days long, and focused on individual and group therapy.
I went alone to go pick him up the day that he graduated from his program. During the rare phone calls that we got to have with each other, he said that he didn't want a big to do upon his discharge, he just wanted to go home.
When the front door of the facility opened, Trevor emerged, looking frail yet determined. He wore comfortable clothes—a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, but his eyes, though filled with fatigue, held a glimmer of hope. My heart ached at the sight of him, but I rushed forward, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
"Trevor," I whispered, burying my face in his shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body against mine.
"Hey, Ellie," he murmured, returning the embrace with a gentle squeeze. In that moment, the world outside faded away. It was just the two of us, and I felt grateful that he was still here.
"Let's go home," I said.
The car ride back to the apartment was filled with nervous energy. Trevor sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed out the window, watching the world blur by. I couldn't shake the feeling that despite his progress, he was still miles away from where he needed to be. When we arrived back at our apartment, the atmosphere was a mix of excitement and apprehension. I had filled the space with little reminders of home—a fresh coat of paint, new curtains, and the faint smell of lavender from the candles I had lit to create a warm and inviting atmosphere.
"Welcome home," I said softly as he stepped inside.
Trevor managed a smile, but he seemed lost in thought. He wandered into the living room and sank onto the couch, staring blankly at the wall. My heart sank with him.
"Do you want to talk about anything?" I asked, sitting beside him and reaching for his hand.
"I'm just... processing everything," he said, running a hand through his hair. "It feels overwhelming."
"I get that," I replied gently.
"Yeah," he muttered, but the distance in his eyes remained.
Over the next few weeks, I noticed Trevor withdrawing further. He seemed lost in thought, often staring into space, and conversations that used to flow easily now felt stilted and forced. I tried to be patient, but the worry gnawed at me like a relentless tide.
I was determined to support him, visiting the rehab center almost every day while he was recovering, but even now, home felt different.
One evening, Daniel invited us over for dinner, hoping it might be the perfect opportunity for Trevor to reconnect with his friends. As we sat around the table, I watched Trevor's expressions closely, hoping the familiar laughter would help bring him back to life.
"Dude, it's so good to have you back," Daniel said, clapping Trevor on the back. "You scared us all, you know that?"
"Yeah," Trevor muttered, his gaze fixed on his plate.
"Let's just focus on the present, right? That's what matters," Amy chimed in, a warm smile on her face.
Trevor nodded but remained quiet, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
Later, as we cleared the table, I caught Daniel's eye. He looked concerned, and I could sense that he was feeling the same tension I was. After dinner, I pulled Trevor aside, hoping to have a heart-to-heart.
"Trevor, can we talk?" I asked, my voice gentle.
"Sure," he said, glancing back at Daniel and Amy before leading me to the balcony.
"What's going on?" I asked, crossing my arms as I leaned against the railing. "I'm worried about you."
"I'm fine," he replied, but the defensiveness in his tone told me otherwise.
"Trevor, you don't have to pretend with me," I said softly. "I can see that you're struggling."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair again. "I just feel... different. Like I don't belong in my own life anymore."
"Give it some time," I suggested, trying to comfort him. "You've been through a lot."
"I feel like I've lost myself," he admitted, his voice low. "I don't know how to get back to who I was before all of this."
"You don't have to be the same person you were," I said, my heart aching for him. "You can become something even better."
Trevor smiled faintly, but I could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. "Thanks, Ellie. I appreciate you trying to help."
Days turned into weeks, and Trevor's withdrawal from the world around him continued. It worried me, but I hoped that in time, he would open up. I couldn't shake the sense that he was holding something back, and as much as I wanted to respect his space, it was becoming increasingly difficult.
One day, Trevor shocked me by announcing that he wanted to go back to work at the tattoo shop. My heart sank at the thought. "Trevor, are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked, concern lacing my voice.
"It's what I know," he replied, a hint of stubbornness creeping into his tone. "I can't just sit around doing nothing."
"But the shop... it's where all of this started. Are you sure it's a good idea to go back there?" I pressed, my concern growing.
"I have to try, Ellie," he said, and there was a determination in his voice that made me wary.
"But—"
"No buts," he interrupted, a firmness in his tone. "I want to get back to my life, to do what I love."
"I just want you to be safe," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't want to see you go down that path again."
Trevor looked at me, his expression softening. "I know, and I promise I won't."
Against my better judgment, I agreed to support him. The tattoo shop was a second home for Trevor, and I knew that being back in a familiar environment might help him feel more grounded. Still, the worry sat heavily on my chest.
Trevor threw himself into his work, tattooing clients with the same passion I remembered. I watched from the side, feeling a sense of pride mixed with concern. He was talented, but each tattoo he created seemed to carry the weight of his recovery.
However, as the days passed, I noticed a change. Trevor started spending more time with Morgan again. The easy banter they shared felt too intimate, and I couldn't shake the feeling that their connection was becoming something more than just co-workers again. It was a subtle shift at first, but soon I could sense a chasm forming between us.
I decided to surprise Trevor at the shop with dinner, hoping to reignite some of the closeness we had lost. As I walked in, I was greeted by laughter echoing through the space. My heart sank when I saw Trevor and Morgan huddled together, sharing a joke that felt too intimate for my liking.
"Hey, you!" I called out, forcing a smile as I approached the counter.
Trevor turned to me, his face lighting up. "Ellie! I didn't know you were coming by!" He jumped up and wrapped his arms around me, and I felt a rush of warmth.
"I thought I'd bring you some dinner," I said, trying to keep my tone light, though my heart felt heavy.
"Awesome! Just let me finish up with this client, and I'll come sit with you in the back," he said, looking back at Morgan with a grin.
I could see the camaraderie between them, the ease that he had once reserved for me. I set the food down on a nearby table, forcing myself to focus on anything but the growing unease in my stomach. Once Trevor finished with his client, he joined me at the table, and we dug into the dinner I had brought. "This is great, Ellie. Thanks," he said, shoveling food into his mouth.
"Of course," I replied, trying to maintain a cheerful demeanor.
His gaze drifted toward Morgan, who was chatting with another artist nearby. The tension was palpable, and as the night wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was losing him all over again.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Trevor hesitated but nodded. "Sure, what's up?"
We stepped outside into the cool night air, and I took a deep breath. "I just... I don't like how close you're getting with Morgan again."
His brow furrowed, confusion evident on his face. "We're just friends."
"I know, but it feels like you're pushing me away," I confessed, my heart racing. "I want to be here for you, but I need to feel like I matter too."
"I'm just trying to get back to normal," he said, running a hand through his hair, a gesture I had come to recognize as a sign of stress.
"Normal isn't going to happen overnight," I replied, frustration creeping into my voice. "I want to help you, but I can't if you're shutting me out."
"I'm not trying to shut you out," he said, his tone softening. "I'm just trying to find my footing again. You have to understand that it's hard for me."
"I do understand, Trevor. But I need you to let me in. Please."
He looked down for a moment, and when he met my gaze again, his expression had shifted. "I'm sorry, Ellie. I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just thought maybe it would help to have someone to talk to at the shop."
"It's okay," I said, my voice calming. "I just want you to be honest with me. If you need to talk to someone, I get it, but please don't shut me out."
"Promise," he replied, pulling me into a tight embrace. "I won't."
As the weeks continued, Trevor seemed to find his rhythm at the shop, but his connection with Morgan lingered in the back of my mind like a shadow. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, and each time I saw them together, a knot of jealousy tightened in my chest.
Despite my fears, I focused on supporting him, even when it felt like he was pulling away. I spent my evenings preparing meals, cleaning the apartment, and trying to create a sense of normalcy in our lives.
When he walked in, the look on his face shifted from surprise to confusion. "Wow, Ellie. What's all this?"
"I thought we could have a little date night," I said, forcing a smile as I gestured to the table.
Trevor hesitated, looking around the room as if searching for something. "That's really nice of you, but I'm exhausted. I just want to relax."
"Please, Trevor," I urged, my heart racing. "Just sit with me for a little while. We need to talk."
He sighed but eventually relented, taking a seat at the table. As we ate, the conversation felt forced, as if we were merely going through the motions. I had to push through the discomfort.
"Trevor," I said carefully, "we need to talk about what's going on between us. This isn't just about work or Morgan. It feels like you're slipping away from me."
"I'm not slipping away," he replied, his voice strained. "I'm just trying to navigate everything. This is all so new."
"But it doesn't have to be this way," I said, tears welling in my eyes. "I want to help you, but I can't do it alone. We're supposed to be in this together."
He looked down, his expression shifting. "I know, and I appreciate that. But I feel so lost right now. I don't want to drag you down with me."
"You're not dragging me down. I love you, Trevor. I want to help you find your way back," I said, my voice trembling.
He met my gaze, the weight of his pain evident. "I don't want to hurt you, Ellie. That's the last thing I want."
"Then let me in. I need to know you're still here with me," I pleaded, reaching for his hand.
Trevor hesitated before taking my hand, his touch warm yet distant. "I promise I'll try. I just need time to heal."
"Then let's heal together," I said, feeling a flicker of hope.
I sat on Trevor's lap and began kissing him deeply, I let my hands wander down to his belt, expertly unbuckling it and popping the button on his jeans. Reaching into his pants, I wrapped my hand around his thick, hardening cock, and stroked gently, enjoying his sharp intake of breath and the way his eyes closed in pleasure.
Teasing him, I knelt in front of him and slowly pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down, freeing his erection. I ran my hands up and down his thighs as I looked up at him, my lips curving into a sly smile. I could see the desire burning in his eyes, and it made my pussy drip with need.
Taking the tip of his dick into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the first beads of pre-cum, savoring the salty sweetness. I looked up at him as I took more of his length into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks and sucking gently. His hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I bobbed my head, deep throating him, my nose pressing into his pubic bone.
"Ellie," he groaned, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more.
I hummed in response, the vibrations making him shudder as I sucked and licked, my own desire coiling tighter and tighter within me. Finally, I stood, kissing my way up his body, nibbling on his earlobe and sucking gently on his neck. I wanted to mark him, to leave my mark on this gorgeous man.
He turned us, backing me up against the wall, his lips crushing mine as he lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my panties, and I ground my hips down, wanting to feel him inside me. He tore his mouth from mine, nipping and sucking his way down my neck, across my collarbone, and pausing to suck my nipples through the thin fabric of my t-shirt.
"I want to taste you, Ellie," he whispered hoarsely, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive peaks.
I moaned, my head falling back as he slipped my dress off my shoulders, baring my breasts. He sucked and nibbled his way down my body, his hands caressing my hips, thighs, and ass as he went. He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, laying me down onto the bed. He knelt between my legs, and hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties, dragging them slowly down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, my eyes never leaving his.
Spreading my legs wide, he took in the sight of my glistening sex, my lips swollen and parted, revealing the pink flesh beneath.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his gaze burning into mine as he lowered his head, his tongue snaking out to taste me for the first time.
His tongue flicked over my clit, making me cry out and my hips buck. He chuckled, the vibrations delicious against my sensitive flesh, before taking my clit into his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue lapping at my sweet nectar. I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding him to me as I writhed and moaned, bucking my hips as he licked and sucked, his fingers slipping inside me, pumping in and out in time with his mouth.
"Trevor," I gasped, my body tightening, my breath coming in short, sharp pants as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.
My body exploded in a wave of pleasure, my walls clenching around his fingers as my juices flowed. I cried out, my hands gripping his shoulders as he rode out my orgasm, his tongue never stopping, lapping up every drop I gave him.
I fell further into the bed, spent and shaking, a satisfied smile on my face. Trevor crawled up my body, kissing me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips, his tongue, and it drove me wild. He lined up his cock, pressing the tip to my entrance, and thrust slowly and deeply into me, making me moan with desire. We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm, the slap of our skin filling the room along with our moans and gasps. I scratched his back, my nails dragging down his skin as he pounded into me, his hips snapping as he buried himself to the hilt over and over.
"Trevor," I begged, my nails digging into his ass, encouraging him to give me everything he had.
He growled, his eyes dark with desire, and changed the angle, his cock hitting my sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure through me.
"Yes!" I cried, my head tossing from side to side as he pumped into me, his balls slapping against my ass.
"Cum for me, Ellie," he groaned, his teeth gritting as he gave a few more hard, deep thrusts. "Cum all over my cock."
My back arched, my body stiffening as I tumbled over the edge, my pussy clenching around him as my juices coated his cock.
Trevor groaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he found his own release, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot cum.
We lay there, tangled together, our breath coming in ragged gasps as our hearts pounded in our chests.
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