Not such a frantastic life

Can't stop myself

Jc and I quickly stopped our face-sucking session after Connor barged in and started to scream at us angrily.

"Connor! I told you not to come home!" I slurred grabbing Jc's t-shirt and throwing it over my head, unable to find my shirt that Jc had tossed somewhere.

"Why? So you could fuck Jc? I knew this would happen if you two met!" he yelled fiercely.

"No! Not at all! I told you not to come home because you were being a total ass." I shouted at him.

"I was being a ass because you were being a bitch!" he shouted at me.

"Well maybe if you were dancing with someone else, this could've been you. Touching all over my body. Kissing me. Making me moan your name over and ove--"

"Lydia. Stop." he growled cutting me off.

"No. You had your honest time at the club. Now it's my turn." I said stepping closer to his hurt face. I knew how he felt about Jc and I together. I could tell how he tensed up at the club when I met him. Honestly I wouldn't have particularly picked Jc to be the person I make Connor jealous with but, the shoe fits.

"You probably think I'm a push over. And I will forgive you right after you do anything wrong. Don't you?!." I slurred into his face. I knew he thought I was a push over. And truly, I am. But he isn't going to get away with this. What he did at the club isn't much compared to what Jc and I were doing but still.

"Lyd. I don't th--"

"Only people I trust can call me Lyd. And you don't have my trust right now, Connor."

"And like you have mine?" he scoffed rubbing the back if his neck.

"That whore that you were with at the club, go find her and sleep at her house." I said pointing towards the door. He must have not heard me because he was still standing there in front of me with a sad expression. He must be sobered up because he wasn't making nasty comments like he was earlier in the night.

"Why are you still here? Go." I shouted in his face, my finger still stiffly pointing at the door. It took him a minute to move his legs and storm off and out the door.

"Wow." Jc said sitting on the couch still shirtless.

"What?" I snapped whipping my head around to look at him.

"What just happened. That was awful." he said rising up from our low seated couch. He slowly approached me and kissing my neck.

"Lydia. You look so sexy in my shirt." he said breathlessly into my ear.

"I can't do this right now Jc." I said pushing him off of me.

"Oh. Come on." he said wrapping his arms tightly around my waist.

"No Jc. Stop."

"Lydia. I want you." he said grinding himself into my upper stomach.

"I don't want you Jc. Stop." I said pushing him.

"I know you do Lydia. I know it. Just stop being so stuck up and give me what I want." he said forcefully.

"No! Get off of me!" I shouted punching him in his chest attempting to get him away from

"Oh no. I want you, and I'm gonna have you." he said lifting his shirt up and over my head. Then he removed my shorts in one swift move and I was practically naked.

"Stop! Get away!" I screamed trying to runaway but he gripped my arm pulling me right back into his reach.

"You're not going anywhere." he whispered slowly into my ear.

"No! Please stop." I pleaded once more. Tears started to run down my cheeks at the thought of what Jc could do to me. I honestly don't want him. I want Connor. I wish I was in his arms laying in our bed. Cuddling.

"Connor! Connor! Please help me! Connor!" I shouted as Jc unbuckled my bra and started to grope and massage them. I struggled to get away and failed.

"Shut up. Connor isn't coming back." He said nibbling at my neck.

"Connor! Conn--"

"I said shut up!" he said slapping me across the face and then putting his hand over my mouth. He slipped down my underwear and stared at my naked body flopping around trying to get from his heavy grip. He picked me up and carried me over to the couch and laied me down with his hand still over my mouth. As he pulled a condom out of his pocket with his free hand and shimmed out of his jeans and hovered over me in his boxers. After nibbling at my body he slipped out of his boxers, revealing himself . He tore the condom open with his teeth thirst-fully and slipped it on to himself.

"I've been waiting all night for this." he groaned into my ear.

"No! Jc stop! Please!" I sobbed trying to push him off.

"Lydia. Stop." he said lowering himself into my struggling body. He pumped in and out over and over again, and it hurt more than words could explain. He moaned as I sobbed for help.

"Connor!" I sobbed for the final time. My prayers were answered when Connor barged through the living room.

"No!" he shouted running over to us and pulled Jc off of my limp, tired body. He pulled Jc's naked body to the ground and started beating him in his face. I ran over to my discarded clothes and put them on my shaking body. I pulled Connor's hoodie over my head and pulled on my shorts. I noticed that there were blood streaks running down my legs and on the couch. I could care less because right now Connor was beating the hell out of Jc.

"Connor!" I begged pulling at his already torn shirt.

"You dirty bastard!" he pounded into Jc's face, ignoring me. I have seen Connor fight before but he was scaring me. He didn't stop. He didn't look up, he did throw blows though. Blows to the face. Hard, fast, and painful. I could see that Jc was unconscious, but Connor didn't stop. Jc was cover in blood.

"Connor! He's had enough!" I shouted trying to snap him out of his trance. He noticed Jc was unconscious and stopped beating his brains out.

"Oh god Connor." I sobbed covering my face with my hands. Blood was everywhere. On our couch, down my legs, a trail leading to Jc, a puddle under Jc, and on Connor hands and shirt.

"Lydia, are you okay?" he asked. This was the second time I had been asked this, but this time someone I care about.

"Yes. Well no, but we have to call for a ambulance." I said picking up my cell and dialing 9-1-1. The deep voiced operator answered on the second ring.

"9-1-1. What is your emergency?" he buzzed into the receiver.

"Please send a ambulance. 2198 Alice Drive. Please hurry, he's loosing a lot of blood." I cried into the phone.

"Paramedics are in their way Miss." he said calmly, as if he had done this millions of times. He probably has. All day. Every day.

"I don't know why you're calling a ambulance for this asshole. He just fucking raped you Lydia." He sighed. It almost looked like he was going to cry.

Connor crying? Never.

Just as if he had read my thoughts hot tears broke past his eyes and streamed down his face. Connor wiped them away roughly, as if he didn't want me to see. Him wiping them only made it worse. He broke down. Sobbing. He lifted his hands on the top of his head and crossed his fingers over each other.

"Don't cry." I trembled towards him. I wiped his tears from his sad yet furious face.

"I'm not sad. I'm pissed." he snapped huffing. He turned around breathing heavy and punch the wall. As his hand hit and left, the wall crumbled underneath of it.