K.I.S.S (Futanari) •

I Will Not Stop

Hartley's P.O.V

"No dude, you're doing it all wrong, see! the storm is shrinking and you have to--" Richie kept yelling in my ear on what to do so I abruptly stood up and practically threw the controller at him.

"This is stupid Richie" I exclaimed while looking at the game just in time for someone to kill me. I growl before running my fingers through my hair. When did come down to this? I've never found myself touch a gaming controller in my life and as soon as Poppy isn't around anymore, I lose myself to insanity?

"It's not stupid Hartley, more as you're stupid bec--"

"Alright lets go!" I yell trying to not only drag him away from the game so we could discuss what else to do but also because I guess I just wanted to continue doing this work out thing I've been doing. That's another thing that I've been doing since Poppy wasn't around, I worked out more. Well I never really worked out in the first place but I guess you could say I work out now. I interrupted Richie by a soft tackle to the ground causing him to release the controller as he yelped,

"Oh come on, not again! Hartley I know you've got muscles now but co--"

"Tap out!" I yelled out while breathing out harshly still trying to get used to myself handling a 185lb man. I had one elbow across Richies neck as my other arm held onto the arm that was under his neck, I kind of held him in a choke hold. My legs then made my way onto his waist as I locked both of my legs around his waist, pulling back on my arms as I watch his hands clasp onto my arms.

"H--Hartley! O--kay I tap out!" he blurts out, really out of breath and I let him go, moving back a few so to watch if he lied because I could tell whenever he lies, he lies by turning around and coming back for me. I had definitely learnt since then. He sat on the floor and then laid on the floor closing his eyes. I slowly stood up and brushed off imaginary dirt from my jeans.

"We have to get you laid. Yep, that'll help" I hear Richie mumble to himself and I look at him with a frown knowing what else he was supposed to say. I sigh going to sit on my bed, or lay there and boringly stare at the ceiling, I don't really know.

"Oh come on Hart. You have to get ov--"

"Stop Richie. Just stop--I don't need nor do I want to get laid. Okay? Especially to get over her" I finished my sentence and closed my eyes as soon as my back hit my bed. I wrap my arms around one of my long pillows and held it close to me. "Okay then how else are you suppose to get over he--"

"What if I don't want to get over her?" I interrupted him by asking him. I open my eyes back up again and stared at my wall, my back facing Richie. "What if--what if I still want to try and see where she came from?--"

"She killed ma!" He then yells behind me and I turn around fast, looking up at him before I too stood up. I shook my head at him, trying to keep the emotions at bay, and I could see that he regretted what he said but I was still going to speak up,

"No she fucking didn't Richie. She didn't kill Ma. Cancer killed ma. Poppy did not--maybe she was insecure--or maybe she--just--know that Poppy did not kill Ma" I ended up saying in a silent monotone way. I felt out of breath and dizzy so I sat back down on my bed, running my fingers through my hair. I needed to go out, maybe for a drive. I then stood up and grabbed my keys and wallet.

"I have to go out, just make sure to lock the door on the way out if you ever go out" I whispered to him coarsely, closing my eyes trying to control the emotions again. I had to let it out, but not right now. Not in front of Richie.

Not in front of anyone. So after I had told Richie to lock the front door if he went out, I wordlessly made my way out my room and out the front door, not looking back once. Many emotions crawling back within myself that I had thought I had already poured out but I guess I was wrong.