𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟓 || 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER 58: 𓆩♡𓆪

CW: Explicit sexual content, extremely toxic behavior

Note: There is no gRape! It may seem that way but it's just really shitty behavior and it is supposed to be displayed in that way, as I wanted to show them kind of 'teetering on the edge of control' or 'on thin ice' in their relationship. Please do not paint me as evil or anything, it is not my intent at all!!!!!!!

I'm so tired of this.

I'm so fucking tired of this.

I've never been a violent or an angry person. Not really. But everything with Lizzie.. Everything that has been going on right now has turned me into one.

Today at school she had the audacity to walk past our lunch table, knocking Gibsie's head with her plate and acting like she didn't do anything at all.

Am I on my period or something? Is she on her period or something? Am I finally seeing how much of a bad person she is only now?

And frankly, I don't remember the last time I got my period. So it can't just be my emotions.

And then, because she just is craving to get a rise out of me, followed me all the way home. Of course, we rambled and argued the whole time. I swear there's an ache in my head from all of it.

"Katie, no one at that table has been there for me. No one." She spits defensively as I unlock my house door. Thank goodness my mam isn't home.

"Oh, would you quit being such a liar, Lizzie?" I snap back, shoving the door open and walking in, my shoes pounding against the floor.

"Only Hugh has been there for me and you know it!" She follows me inside, closing the door and hanging her Tommen jacket on the coat rack. Like she belongs here or something.

"Oh yeah? So what has Feely and Shannon done all this time, hm? They did nothing for you? They provided no comfort for you at all?" I challenge, loosening the tie around my neck as I face her head on. Somewhere in the haze of our anger our backpacks ended up beside the living room couch.

She stiffens. "Feely only does that because he wants to get into my pants, and Shannon hasn't been there during my childhood." Her voice is a rough mumble.

I scoff. "Yeah. Come back to me when you realize that Feely has had his eyes on you for as long as I've known him and that Shan has a way harder, way more fucked-up life than you do." I turn away now.

"Stop trying to downplay what I go through!" Lizzie shouts, frustration in her tone. I feel a pang of something in my chest.

"Shan has had it bad, but I have it bad, too. Yet every one of you fuckers thinks that I'm just overdramatic - Thinks that I can just suck it up and pretend that nothing's wrong with my head!" Her voice cracks.

My brows furrow and I turn to look at her. "Lizzie-"

"Don't look at me and pretend to pity me, Katie." Her pretty blue eyes are glossy. "You looked at me with those same exact eyes when I fucked you against the wall at that damn party, all those months ago."

I need to make her shut up. I need to make her shut her fucking mouth before we both dive into things we don't mean.

I walk up to her and cup her face in my hands, dragging her down to press my lips against hers because our height difference is only slight, but it still is there.

Her body is tense as I move my lips. She doesn't want to give in, not when there's so much still left for her to say.

After a minute or so she pulls away. "Fuck," She mutters against my lips, a string of saliva connecting the small distance between us.

Before I know it I'm thrown down onto my couch. I let out a soft yelp at the impact.

Lizzie crawls over me as I'm panting and presses her thumb against my lips.

"I don't know what's wrong with me." She whispers all while hiking my skirt up and ripping my tights with her free hand. I whimper.

"Lizzie, wait," I whine, my body growing too hot, too fast. It's not like I don't want her to make me feel good, it's just, it's all so quick. I haven't showered yet, or-

"Katie, please. I don't know what's wrong with me." She speaks again, rubbing my clit through my knickers. The action causes me to arch and my hips to buck off the couch.

"Mmf, Lizzie, please, wait.."

She rips her own tights now and slides her knickers off. I swallow thickly at the sight of her wetness. When was the last time I seen her so.. So bare?

She shoves my panties to the side and rubs my pussy at a fast-pace, causing me to scream and grip onto the couch. "Lizzie!" There's no doubt that some of my juices are gonna stain the furniture underneath me.

I can't bring myself to care right now.

She growls as she angles herself between my legs - Her hot, warm flesh right against my own in between my thighs.

And she begins rolling her hips against mine.

I shudder, my hands flying to hold her waist. "Oh.. oh," I tremble, my body aching. It feels so fucking good but I'm hurting at the same time.

I swallow thickly, feeling the familiar burn behind my eyes. "Lizzie, why?" I ask as my hips buck up to meet hers.

She looks so beautiful on top of me, all bouncing blonde hair and curves, but God, she's hurting me. She kills me more and more everyday.

Maybe it's my fault at the same time, though. Aren't I the one entertaining this fucked-up friendship?

She moans, so femininely and so unlike the strong, masculine version of her. A pang shoots through my heart.

Just as I start to relax and accept the pleasure coursing through my body she rips away.

I gasp as I scramble to sit up, watching as tears fall down her cheeks and she pulls at her hair as she stands unsteady on her feet.

"Lizzie, what the hell is wrong with you?" I call out desperately. I don't think I've ever been as scared as I am now.

"Katie, I don't- I don't know. Everyone keeps asking me that and I don't know and.. And I don't know how to make it better." She sniffles.

"Katie, I need to leave. I need to."

"No, stay. Stay with me, Liz, baby, please." I get off the couch and move towards her, cupping her cheeks in my hands and forcing her to look at me even though her body protests.

"We'll get through this together, baby. Whatever you're feeling, we'll get through it together." My lips quiver and give her a reassuring smile as my own tears fall down my face steadily.

I need her here. I need her. Despite everything, she is the only thing I've ever been certain of.

"Katie," She shakes her head, sniffling again as she gives me a hopeless look and fiddles with the end of her school uniform shirt.

"Lizzie.. my sweet.. sweet, beautiful girl. I know you're in there. I'm here for you. You can't get rid of me." I inhaled an unsteady breath. "So stay. Please, stay right now.. please.. I love you so goddamn much.."

She only stares at me and I know that my efforts really are futile. This is it.

She's never coming back.

She wipes away one of my tears with her thumb and kisses my lips sweetly, but pulls back all too soon.

"I need to go, Katie."

And she removes herself from me and starts grabbing her stuff in rough, jerky motions.

I start panting, hot tears slipping down my cheeks as I followed closely behind her. "No, please, no.. Lizzie.. Please.." I choke out.

She ignores me.

"Please, Lizzie! I'm here! I'm here for you now, Lizzie, please.."

I break down into anguished sobs then, gripping the edge of the couch as she throws her backpack over her shoulder.

And she leaves my house with a slam of the door, while I shake violently on the floor, resting my head on the cushions of the couch.