Bulletproof

Chapter 21

You ran into something warm, fleshy, and muscular. It was Bruce. He was unimpressed with your lack of attention to where you were going.

"Why are you walking so fast?" Brice grumbled.

"S-Sorry. I was...uh...on my way to the bathroom!" You blurted, "I have to piss like a racehorse!"

Bruce didn't believe you one bit, but he let you keep your pride. He seemed to gaze at you, his serious attitude wavering for only an instant.

He looked at you with sparkling eyes, almost like he wanted to touch you, and the more he looked at you the more you hungered for him

"Bruce...I know you said we shouldn't do this..." you voiced.

"Eric..." Bruce murmured, "come with me."

Bruce took your hand and led you back to his room. He pulled you into the room gently and shut the door behind you. He locked it and glanced at you, searching for your reaction.

Your face was still red from earlier, and you still had a hard on in your pants. You shifted foot to foot, still uncomfortable about confronting Bruce. You knew things were bad between you two in the last twenty four hours, but you did want to improve your relationship before the mission. After a few minutes of awkward silence and no eye contact you finally found the courage to speak.

"What do you want Bruce," you stated, your voice wavering, "speak now or forever hold your peace."

Bruce took a long stride toward you and grabbed your chin between his fingers all in one movement.

"Eric..." he mumbled and titled your head up so that your lips were almost touching.

His warm breath fanned over your lips, and you could smell the scent of spearmint and a hint of apple.

Delicious.

Bruce shifted his weight, pressing his body against yours. He leaned his forehead to yours as he placed both of his hands on your neck, his fingers lingered on your jawline.

"You're mine Eric. And after we get done with this mission I will show you what it means to be mine" Bruce proclaimed, his voice thick with emotion.

You felt your throat constrict. There were so many things that you wanted to say to Bruce right now. There were so many actions that you wanted to take. You wanted to tell Bruce how you felt. You wanted to fuck Bruce. You wanted to tell him how much you wanted him and needed him.

But, you couldn't.

Fear reared its ugly head once more, reminding you that you weren't worth it. It reminded you that you were worthless and that you would fuck up everything and anything you did. You could feel the claws of that demon sink into you, ripping, tearing, and stripping your body of any semblance of flesh or emotion.

"I...I can't Bruce," you said, turning away from him, "you'll get hurt. Any fucking person who I care about gets hurt. I just can't do it."

You exited the room and slammed the door. You ran away a few feet and found a secluded corner. You sank down to the floor, your back against the wall. Tears threatened to encompass your vision as you looked at the ground.

You were trying to stay strong. You were trying to control your emotions. You couldn't let anyone see you again crying. Crying was for the weak. Crying was for the losers of the world. Crying was for those who couldn't keep it together.

You had to be strong. You just had to be strong. You had to be strong for everyone. You couldn't let anyone else down any longer.

But, everything hurt. Everything hurt so much. You wanted to scream out to the world. You wanted everyone to hear your pain. You wanted them to know that you needed help. You wanted them to come to you and save you from this hell hole in your mind.