I Fucking Love You

2- Deal

"Whitney, wake up." I heard a sweet and angelic voice whisper to me. I turned around to see Brett with a slight and shy smile across his face. I groaned and put the pillow over my head.

"Come on babygirl, wake up. You have school." Brett whispered again to me. I turned around to say that I wanted ten more minutes, but I met his lips instead. My eyes widened and I was going to pull away but, he grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my lips to his even more. He pushed his tounge into my mouth and that's when I jerked back! He looked at me confused.

"Morning Breath." I said covering my mouth and running to the bathroom to brush my teeth but, I was stopped by Brett grabbing my forearm and pulling me into him.

"I don't care." He whispered to me. I blushed and he pressed his lips to mine once more but this time, he grabbed my ass, causing me to moan into his mouth. He took that as an opportunity to plunge his tounge into my mouth. Our tounges fought to take control but, of course, he won. We pulled apart and we blushed together.

"I have to get ready for school." I said.

"Wouldn't you rather stay home?" He smirked.

"Don't you have college, or something?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nope! College is not what I want. I want to make music." He said.

He pulled me to the bathroom and we both brushed out teeth. After that he carried me to the kitchen. He sat me on the island and pulled out a pan and pancake mix. He poured the mix onto the pan as it sizzled with heat.

He turned around to face me and smirked. "What?" I giggled.

He came closer to me and kissed my cheek. "Lets make a deal..." He suggested and I raised my eyebrow at him, signaling for him to go on. "We can be together, but you can't tell anyone about us." He held out his hand for me to shake...

"Deal." I said and shook his hand.

Brett served me breakfast and I am currently getting dressed. Brett walked in on me in my skinny jeans and my Calvin Klein bra. He licked his lips and bit the lower one as he walked up to me. He stood in front of me and checked me out for a good ten minutes. He grabbed my hips and sucked and licked on my neck. He grabbed my bra strap and looked at me. All I saw was lust. Pure lust. He unclipped my bra and slipped it off of my body. He looked back at me. "You don't have to wear anything. We can have sex until you want to stop." He whispered to me. I pushed him away lightly.

"I don't want to. I want to be loved. I don't want to be used for sex. I want love. That's all I ask." I said putting my bra back on. Brett stormed off to who knows where. I put on a red shirt that said supreme.

I went off looking for Brett, but he was no where in the house. I ran to his room only to find a note on his bed.

Since your being a bitch to me... I decided to go to the bar and find a girl worth fucking! Don't wait up. I'll be drunk.

-Brett

It read. I ran to my room and started to throw, smash, hit, and kick anything in sight.

Why didn't I just give him what he wanted! I really like him. What's wrong with me. I won't have sex with him... And I don't know why!

As I trailed away into my thoughts I fell asleep sprawled all over the floor.

I was awoken by someone throwing a pillow at me. I opened my eyes to see Brett beating me with a pillow and screaming hurtful things at me. "You won't fuck me because I'm not good enough!" "You slut, you never wanted to sleep with me, you just wanted to tease me!" "Your a whore, who just wants to fuck everyone, and then dump them!" "Your a good for nothing little girl who wants to get pregnant!!!" He screamed still beating me with a pillow. He stopped and dropped to the floor beside of me and fell asleep... but me, I cried myself to sleep. What if... what he said was true?

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My eyes fluttered open and what I saw was the last person I wanted to see. Brett. I quickly got up and grabbed a pillow. I started beating him with it like he did to me. His eyes went wide. "You dick!" "I didn't want to sleep with you so you do this to me!" "What are girls to you, Sex Toys!!!" I screamed still beating him. I was a sobbing mess, I threw the pillow back on my bed and ran downstairs.

Brett came down and looked at me with wide eyes. "What was that for?!" He yelled, walking up to me.

"That's what you did to me last night, why not repay the favor!" I said back.

"I- I did that to y- you." He stuttered. I nodded as his head dropped through shame and regret.

Brett walked up to me and hugged me. "I'm so sorry I did that to you! I promise to take care of you and never hurt you again." He sobbed.

"I promise." He repeated himself.