Meet Me Inside (Washette)

Chapter 20

AN///// Okay, so finally an update. This may be a very sad chapter, so don't spread hate in the comments. I love you all. <3

Lafayette POV

As I sat there crying in my quiet and empty house, I couldn't help but think of the past few hours. I felt terrible, and I knew that telling George would kill him. No, I couldn't tell anyone. Especially since Thomas threatened to tell everyone about my relationship. 

What I didn't seem to understand was why he did it.

***Flashback bitches***

I sat on the couch, Thomas sitting beside me. Yes, he was good looking yet he wasn't my type. He was definitely no George. "George has a past you don't want to know about. He is dangerous. I care deeply about you Gil, and I..." he said, yet I cut him off.

 "Only he can call me that. I don't care for the consequences, I'm in love with him. If you're too hard headed to see that, then I think you should leave. I was nearly to the door, when my back hit the wall beside the door. I heard the door lock, and Thomas's body pushed against me. 

This was not like George. George knew how to be gentle, and his body much larger and sculpted. This felt wrong. This WAS wrong. I went to yell at the larger boy to get away, yet his slightly calloused hand clasped over my mouth. 

My eyebrows shot up as his hips grinded against mine, a moan threatening to escape mixed with fear and arousal. It felt good, no lie, and Thomas could tell. "You want me, and you know it. I can see the way you are getting harder for me. It is extremely hot, and I can't wait to take you for myself," he said with a low growl. He bit my ear, uncovering my mouth right when I was going to moan, resulting in the loud sound of arousal to resonate throughout the room. "This will be fun," he chuckled.

*****Terrible Flashback Over*******

I laid down, moving the curls away from my face, the same hair that he pulled while doing those terrible things to me. I shuddered, closing my tired, slightly wet eyes.

 I probably looked a mess, yet that was not my concern on my mind. As I drifted off into a deep sleep, all I could think about was how I would face George tomorrow.