More Then Friends

Chapter Three

Max's POV

3 weeks later...

James comes over everyday. He has sex with me everyday. I so sore from it I can barely move. He never lets me cum never. He edges me cums in me pull out. It's reapted.

I told Chloe her only didn't let me cum twice. She was very pissed the second time I told her. Now I just tell her he let me. Although she clearly knows I'm lying.

I hear a knock on the door. I get up to get it.

"I'll get it!" Chloe yells. Chloe comes rushing down the stairs.

I follow her. Chloe's opens the door James walks in.

"Hey babe I need some assistance." James says grabbing my waist and pulling me to him.

"I'll go upstairs." Chloe sighs. Chloe begins walking upstairs.

James pushes me into the bathroom again.

"James no I don't want to. You never let me cum and I'm sore." I say sadly.

"Well you must be cheating with that punk bitch because, I haven't let you cum in weeks but you fine." James says.

"No James I don't cheat." I say.

"Well I'm horny and you still not going to cum." James says reaching for my top.

"James no." I say trying to fight him away.

James pins my arms and rip my top off.

"James stop!" I yell tears begin to fall.

"Shut up bitch!" James yells slapping me. "You can go fuck that punk lesbian when I'm done!" James yells.

I try to push past him but he's to strong. Also the bathroom is too small.

"Chloe help!" I yell as loud as I can.

"I said shut up." James says ripping tge rest of my clothes off forcefully.

"James please stop!" I yell begging.

The door suddenly opens. James forgot to lock it thank god.

"What the fuck?!" Chloe asked. Chloe rushes to me.

I curl into her side and sob.

"You son of a bitch you'd better leave before I blow your fucking brain out! If I ever see you after this I'll kill you!" Chloe yells.

"Alright but call me when you miss dick." James says leaving.

Chloe pulls me into her holding me close. I cry cluching her shirt. Then my stomach hurts like it has been for weeks. I cry harder at the pain. I hold my stomach.

"Woah what's wrong with your stomach?" Chloe asked rubbing my stomach.

"It's nothing." I say crying.

"Are you pregnant?" Chloe asked.

"No Chloe I'm not." I say.

"Well tell me what's wrong I'll help you." Chloe says.

"You can't." I say quietly knowing damn well she could help me.

"Try me." Chloe says challengingly.

How in the hell was I supposed to tell her. My boyfriend hasn't let me cum in week so my so, my stomach hurts.

"Chloe I can't tell you." I say.

"Why not?" Chloe asked.

"Because I'd have to tell you I lied." I say looking down.

Chloe lifts my head and makes me look in her eyes. "I could care less about the lies just tell me." Chloe says sympathetically.