Jenalyn: A Splitting Personality (#2) [Complete]

Chapter 58: Hayden

Thursday, 4:34 P.M.

Tyler lay between my legs, his breath hot on my lips as he leans down for a kiss.

"I love you, Hayden," he says into my mouth, "I love you so much, and I only want to help..."

He made me agree to counseling- which honestly was already something Mama Gold had been pressing within the next couple of months anyway. He specifically wants me to seek help for the 'sex addiction' though. I agreed because I knew it would make him feel like he's helping. I told him there was really nothing he could do except leave me.

He wasn't okay with that option, but I just don't understand...

"I love you too, Ty." I mumble, thankful for the weight he lowers on top of me for making it sound more of a moan than the weak tone it was.

He thinks I'm into it.

Ty's hard on presses through his pants, and onto my pussy. I try to listen for the monster inside of me, so sure I'll hear it- but nothing. 

Still nothing... how do I fix any of this? 

"Can I make love to you?" he asks as he buries his lips between my neck and shoulder. He kisses all of the spots that'd usually get me going. He grasps onto one of my wrists and pulls it over my head, using his other hand to grab a spot that'd usually make me tremble.

Still nothing... 

I think I messed up everything with Ty. I just can't be normal with him knowing how much I've fucked him over. This isn't what I deserve.

He's pretending right now. He's got to be! I deserve for him to hate me! Or beat me! Or leave me!

Not make love to me...

I nudge him, pulling my wrist from his grip and shaking my head slowly. 

Ty, though still laying on top of me, pulls away in an instant with a look of offense spread across his face. "You don't want me to make love to you?" he asks, his voice reflecting the look on his face perfectly. 

I don't know I do it, but I still shake my head. "You can't..." the words find my lips, "-not after everything I did!"

Ty's eyes roll. The same look he'd had on his face earlier when I saw what he looks like mad at me is quick to spread across it again. 

"Hayden- Really?" he says frustratedly, climbing up onto his elbows and rolling over until he lay beside me. "What the fuck am I supposed to do? Punish you? Beat you? Sell you to a friend? I don't know how your last guy did it, Hayden- but that's not what I'm about." 

I push him the rest of the way off of me, tears threatening my eyes. I roll over until my back is towards him, and I don't have to see the angered look that's spread across his face. "I'm sorry." I say weakly. 

Tyler sighs behind me, his frustration still apparent when he grasps onto my shoulder to turn me right back around with slight force. "No!" he practically growls. "No- you want me to be mad at you, huh? Don't you?"

I don't fight him at all. He easily pulls the shirt I wear right over my head, and immediately goes to work at removing my pants. 

"Well, here you go! You pissed me the fuck off!" He yells as he rips me from the mattress only to flip me around until I lay on my belly. 

Tyler didn't take my panties off, but after positioning me on my belly and assumingly pulling himself from his pants, he grasps onto them and hovers for a moment. 

"Hayden, I don't want to fucking do this to you," he says with a sigh, his breathing heavy though he tries to calm it. "Please just fucking tell me this isn't what I have to do to you! Why aren't you telling me to stop?! You want this?"

A few moments pass. I know he wants me to answer, I know he wants me to tell him this isn't what I need, but... I can't. 

This is what I deserve...

Tyler sighs. "Say something, Hayden!" he yells, grasping onto my panties hard enough to where the seam pops on my hip. 

I say nothing.

I can instantly feel the anger and frustration flood his body. He lets out another frustrated sigh and rips my panties the rest of the way off.

"Fine!" he growls. 

He's inside of me before my head can process it. I wasn't wet, and his force alone was enough to where I couldn't even help but let out a scream.

He stays there for a moment, already panting heavy when he grasps onto my hips with force. "Gonna say anything now?" he says through gritted teeth, his voice rhetoric because I think he already knows my answer. "This is really what you want?" 

Still nothing...

At least I know now, that I can be better. I won't always feel this way, because I'm getting what I deserve... 

Tyler waits a few more moments before he's forcefully shoving himself in, and out of me. He pulls my hips so hard I can't even help but grow wet while my pussy threatens cumming. 

"You're really getting wet over this?" he asks in disbelief after a moment, his voice only growing more worked up once he realizes that this really is the only thing he could do to make me feel better...

Tyler is hard inside of me, but I can tell he loses a little bit of himself as the realization fully sets in. 

His pace slows, his force slows, and after a couple of moments- his anger and frustration in general quickly just floods right out of him.

"I'm not going to do this, Hayden" he sighs. "I'm sorry."

I don't know where I find my voice, but something inside of me pushes through the thick emptiness to reach my lips. "Please?" I ask, my voice weak and almost emotionless.

Tyler is frozen for a few moments, his hands hot like magma as they still grip my hips. He loosens them for a moment, assumingly contemplating if he can continue. After a moment though, his grip grows tight again.

He forcefully shoves himself back inside of me and continues to just fuck, not make love to me, without a word.