𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 57: 𓆩⟡𓆪 / 𓆩♡𓆪

CW: Explicit sexual content

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why? Why? Why can't I control myself?

Why the fuck do I have to deal with this, out of all people? Why the fuck couldn't it be Claire or Shannon or fucking Feely?

Why am I cursed with this rage in my heart? It isn't fair.

"Fuck," I choke out as I pace my room, blood oozing from my fingertips and my lips raw, aching. I can almost taste the mascara from my cheeks.

"Ugh!" I rub my hands hard down onto my shirt to wipe away the blood. Instead it makes my nerves sing louder.

I reach out for my phone on my bed, yanking it towards me and typing out a message, my fingers pounding against the screen.

Me: You mean nothing to me. Not after lunch.

Me: I'm coming over in 10.

Katie: Don't.
Seen 8:03 PM

𓆩♡𓆪

I don't know who she thinks she is.

After what happened at school I went home immediately to avoid seeing anyone. That's how embarrassed she made me.

And now she wants to show up at my house?

No fucking way!

I get out of bed as soon as I hear a knock on my door, and my mam, innocent as she is, answers without a second thought.

Damnit, mam!

"Oh! Katie, love, your friend is here!" She calls out but I'm already marching down the steps and into the living room.

Lizzie's eyes flash as she allows herself to enter my house. My mam closes the door behind her.

"Thanks, mam, you can leave to shower now, I just finished," I lie, but it manages to send her upstairs to the bathroom, thank God.

In an instant Lizzie's lips crash against mine, and her hands find my waist, gripping my hips so its flush against hers.

I almost allow myself to sink into the intoxicating taste of her. Almost.

I tangle my hands in her hair and wrench her off of me. "Why the fuck are you here? Why the fuck did you come? Do you just wanna hurt me again? Huh? Do you get off on it?"

She growls softly. "I'm sorry for earlier, okay, Katie? Fuck, don't be so fucking difficult."

"I'm not being difficult, Lizzie!" I speak harshly, ripping away from her and looking at her like she's crazy.

"Can't you see that I'm here for you? That I've been here for you, after all the times you pushed me away, after all the times you hurt your own goddamn self?" My voice breaks as I point an accusatory finger at her.

"I dream of you, Lizzie. I fucking dream of you. I LOVE you. Can't you see that? Why do you keep pushing me away? I don't understand!" My chest heaves.

"You don't know what's fucking good for you, Katie. You fucking don't. You need to stop being so fucking bold all of a sudden, that's what you need to do." She spits.

"I'm tired of you thinking you know what's best for me! Everyone thinks they know what's good for me, especially you!" I huff, shaking my head before looking at her again.

"Give me the real reason, Lizzie! Why do you push me away? Why do you treat me like this?

"Because you're not fucking good enough, Katie!" She screams.

I taste salt on my lips. I feel it drip down my chin as I blink, and blink, and blink again.

The words die on my tongue.

"You'll never be good enough! Why do you think Hughie cheated on you with me, hm? Why do you think no one gives a fuck about your accomplishments or how you're doing?" She continues to go on even as I say nothing.

"You're nothing special - You're just Katie. Not poor little Shannon, or rugby star Johnny, or jokester Gibsie, or fuckin Bully Wilkinson!"

She pants. Now we both have nothing to say.

"Is there anything else I need to know?" I whisper. She keeps her gaze trained on the floor, but I can see the hard set of her jaw - Most likely her grinding her teeth together.

She shakes her head. "I'm sorry." She murmurs then.

"I hate you." Is what I respond back with.

She brings her head up, and our eyes lock. That's when I know I'm done for. I even feel it when the energy shifts.

Before I know it, her lips are moving against mine and her hand is cradling the back of my head, letting me go weak in her grasp.

Little whimpers leave my mouth - The tears haven't stopped falling from my eyes. In this moment her touch and kisses only seem to heighten my emotions.

She pulls away and presses tender kisses to my jaw, to my neck, to my collarbone as she supports my standing, shaky frame.

Only her.

Only her.

"I'm sorry, baby. You know I'm sorry," she murmurs against my skin while laying me down on my couch, settling herself in between my legs.

She smooths my hair out of my face and kisses - even licking lightly - at my tears staining my cheeks. "You know you're so beautiful. So fuckin beautiful, Katie."

"Liz," I say hoarsely with a sniffle, tangling my fingers in her hair as she suckles on the bits of my chest that are exposed due to my cami top. My thighs tighten around her desperately for comfort.

She pulls away while breathing heavily, staring up at me like I rule her world. It's confusing. It hurts.

I don't want it to stop.

She crawls down my body and I cant my hips up so she can pull my shorts and knickers off. She slides them right down my body and I'm naked to her. Mentally, physically.

Her head finds home in between my thighs as she presses some soft kisses to the inner parts of them, then brings a thumb to rub my clit.

"You're so wet, pretty girl," She murmurs hotly against my flesh. I whine, biting my lip and sniffling.

She pulls her thumb away, grips both of my thighs, and proceeds to lap at me like a woman starved. All while staring up at me.

"Ah- Oh, Liz, L-Lizzzz.." I tremble, my expression one of pain and pleasure. Pain from the way she just treated me - Pleasure from the way she's making it up.

"Mm?" her hum vibrates my core, and my pussy grips around a single finger when she slides it inside me, her tongue never stopping its relentless pace.

"I-I hate you."

"I'm sure you do, baby.." She mumbles, curling that digit and making me see stars.

"N.. ngh.. I hate.. I hate you.."

And I repeat it over and over, until I orgasm and soak her lips with me, and then, only then, do I tell her that I love her.