"Get up."
I slowly open my eyes and rub the sleep out of them to rid of my blurry vision. Once I can see, my eyes follow to the voice but widen immediately once I see who it is.
Connor.
"You're back.." My voice comes out as a mumble.
I guess that's the end of my friendship with Shawn.
"I'm back and hungry. Now get your lazy ass up!" He starts to raise his voice, hinting annoyance.
A heavy sigh leaves my lips and I throw my head back on the bed before I feel it dip beside me, indicating Connor is there.
"What's wrong, baby?" The feeling of Connor's chapped lips touching my ear, gives me a wave of nausea.
I turn away from him, smelling that cheap perfume from whoever he was with this time.
"Get away from me. Please." I'm more irritated than sad this time. I want Connor to love me, and only me, but he'll never will.
"I love you."
Enough with that dumb shit.
"Just stop! You can't keep doing this, Connor!" I shove him away from me and stand up from the bed, my voice coming out unusually louder than it ever has been before.
Whatever you do, don't cry. You can do this.
"Who do you think you're talking to!" Connor glares at me and sits up quickly with his hands balled up into fists.
My breathing is rather erratic as my eye twitches, which only means I'm getting pissed off.
"I'm talking to you, you fucking man whore!" I point a finger at him and watch Connor move off the bed and stalk towards me.
His large hand grabs the front of my shirt before he stops and backs his head away, trying to look over my attire.
"Who's shirt is this." He says in a demanding tone.
I may or may not have slept in Shawn's shirt that he let me keep.
"It's mine, who cares anyways." I glare and cross my arms in front of my chest.
Connor lets me go roughly, causing me to stumble back a bit, and turns his back to me with his hands on his hips.
"Tell me who's shirt you're wearing, I won't get mad, baby." He slowly faces me and licks his lips.
Gross.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore." I walk to the living room, leaving him alone in the bedroom.
It's late at night for this, I want to go back to bed.
Suddenly, Connor's hand grips my shoulder roughly, spinning me around, and walks us to the couch. He sits down, and forces me to straddle his lap.
"I know you didn't go out in public, that's one of the rules, remember baby? So who's shirt is it, just tell me." His voice comes out in a soft tone.
He starts to move my hips, rubbing himself against me and I struggle to stand up as his hold on my tightens.
"Stop." I push at his hands, trying to remove them away from me.
He ignores me and let's his head fall back on the couch with a soft groan, pleasuring himself as he continues his violent actions.
"I said stop!" With one hard punch in the throat, I leap off of him when he takes his hands away and holds his throat in pain.
I rush to the door and unlock it, not thinking of where to go but just run away from a wheezing Connor.
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