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Matthew Gilbert

"Life is fucked up."

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a character in “The Drive”, as played by desire99600

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"I'm really good at letting the people I love down."




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Image| Full Name |
"It's a pretty basic name." Matthew James Gilbert

| Nickname |
"Nothing fancy." Matthew typically goes by Matt or, as his sister calls him sometimes, Matty.

| Age |
"Old enough." Twenty-two years old

| Gender |
"Are you blind?" Male

| Role |
"I like to move. I'm easily bored." Boy Two




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"I've got a couple tattoos."
Piercings
No piercings at the moment
Scars
Matt has plenty of scars. He's got almost every scar there is from minor burn scars to bullet scars to stab scars. He's been a lot of places, fought a lot of people, and done a lot of things. His biggest scar has to be the knife scar from his wrist to his elbow. His most nearly fatal scar is the bullet scar on his heart.
Tattoos
When it comes to tattoos, he has a few. He's got a tiger tattoo on his left arm as well as a tribal tattoo on his right. He also has the words "fuck off" tattooed on on the inside of his middle finger.




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| Likes |
"I like fighting."
♥ His sister
♥ Fighting
♥ Guns
♥ Fast cars
♥ Tyler
♥ Drinking
♥ Cigarettes
♥ Winning
♥ Women
♥ Sex

| Dislikes |
"I fucking hate cops."
✗ Cats
✗ Cold weather
✗ Waking up early
✗ Really loud people
✗ Being bossed around
✗ Not being respected
✗ Crowds
✗ Cops
✗ Annoying people
✗ Running
✗ Losing

| Fears |
"i"
☠ His sister dying ➛ Currently, his little sister is extremely sick, and he does nothing but worry about her. He's doing what he can, but he constantly feels like he's failing her and it would kill him if she died.
☠ Love ➛ Everyone he's ever loved has been taken away from him so he's got serious commitment issues.
☠ Fucking up his sister ➛ He's afraid that he's a terrible role model for his sister and he's ruining her life. Nothing kills him more than when she's pissed at him and he feels like shit knowing she deserves a better life.




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"I'm not exactly the nicest guy." Matt can be a serious asshole. Unless you have something he wants, he's pretty hostile to everyone. He's done and said a lot of horrible things in his life and it's made him pretty closed off and hard. There's a softe part inside of him, but there's only one person in the entire world that can bring it out of him and that's Chelsea, his sister. She's what he lives for. He does everything he does for her. She's the only person that can really get to him.

Other than her though, he's pretty closed off to everyone else. The only friend he's ever really made was Tyler. He'd take a bullet for him, but he's pretty much the only person that can tolerate him. He's sarcastic about everything, acts like a jerk on purpose, and sometimes, just downright cruel.

Sure, he can pretend to be charming and interesting and funny, but this is only when he wants something from you. Any other day of the week he's cold.

He's pretty shut down to emotion. He deals with his pain in anger, and that makes him dangerous. When he's hurt, he'll snap, and when he does, there's no stopping him. He'll hurt anyone when he's pissed, it doesn't matter. He really doesn't have a way to shut it off. Chelsea used to be that way, but as he gets older, his temper seems to be getting worse and more and more, he finds he's not able to stop himself for her.

He's pretty bitter about his life, and wishes more than anything, that he could have someone else's life. Not so much for himself, but for his sister. He wishes he could give her a better life, and he wants to be a better guy, but it's extremely hard. At times, you'll see him crack, and know he really does have a heart, but those times are becoming less and less frequent, and he knows, eventually they'll be nonexistent.

Eventually, he'll be nothing but a killing machine for his gang,




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| History |
"I've been running from a lot of shit, for a long time." Matt has had a pretty rough life from the start. As a child, his mother and father were both drunks and fought a lot. It was a difficult existence to say the least. His little sister, Chelsea was born when he was eight and her birth killed his mother.

Chelsea was born premature, and if that wasn't dangerous enough, she was also born with a hole in her heart that made things extremely difficult. Not only were her medical bills always high, but, after their mother's death, their father started to turn his frustrations on his children. He was abusive and cruel, and there was very little Matt could do to protect fragile Chelsea.

When he was sixteen, he'd finally had enough. He took eight year old Chelsea and they took off. They bounced around, but Chelsea was hard to take care of. At eleven, she was diagnosed with cancer, and the medical attention she needed tripled. He knew she needed somewhere stable to live, but he couldn't afford anything, let alone her bills.

It was then, in Vagas, that he met the leader of his gang. He took them in, and he told Matt that, as long as he did everything he told him, his sister would have a stable home and the best medical care in the city. It was an offer he couldn't refuse so, even though Chelsea hated the men in the gang, he took it.

He's been the man's personal puppet ever since, and he hates that his sixteen year-old sister is part of the dark gang world, but he knows that, the second he stops, his leader will pull her medical plug. She's not always in the hospital. There are times when she's admitted for weeks, and there are times where she's in and out in a day, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't make her any more stable, so he can't afford to give up the free care she's getting. He just has to let her live in the leader's house, knowing he's letting her down for the decisions he's always making.




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Headstrong
Trapt
Circling your, circling your, circling your head,
Contemplating everything you ever said
Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I’m out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

[Chorus:]
(Fuck!)
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we’re headstrong
Back off I’ll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can’t give everything away
I won’t give everything away

[Verse 2:]
Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I know, I know all about [x3]
I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide

[Chorus]

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Dance With The Devil
Breaking Benjamin
Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus:]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

Goodbye.


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So begins...

Matthew Gilbert's Story

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Tyler let her have control for a while, which was pretty rare, and she loved that she could drive him just as crazy as he drove her, even if he could hold himself together better than she could, Kylie could still tell he was growing impatient. Eventually, he took over again, grabbing her hair and pulling her lips back up to his, making her smirk against his kiss as he kissed her deeply, tongue slipping into her mouth.

He ran a hand up her spine, making her whole body shiver before he reached her bra and removed it quickly, tossing it away. He flipped her back over and kissed her lips, grabbing both her wrists in one hand and pinning them down over her head tightly, making her smirk wickedly. He started to kiss her jaw and neck, and it felt incredible, but at the same time, the fact that he was moving so slowly and he had her pinned, unable to do anything, was agonizing. He'd driven her to the edge and now he was going to hold her there until she couldn't take it anymore.

Eventually he released her arms and continued his kisses lower, along her chest, pausing over the tattoo under her breast she'd gotten after he'd left before continuing along her body slowly, making her close her eyes and moan, loving the way his lips felt on her skin. His lips finally reached her panty line and it killed her that he just continued to tease her, tracing it with his lips before sliding them off. She moaned while he rubbed the inside of her thigh with one hand and he kissed the inside of the other before Kylie physically couldn't take it anymore. "Baby," She moaned breathily. "Please just fuck me already." She begged, not sure she could handle another second of his teasing.

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They went the rest of the night and into the morning, pausing a few times to smoke and drink before going right back at it until her body physically couldn't go anymore and he'd finally rolled off her. It had been incredible, and rough, and they'd pretty much trashed the room, but despite the fact that it had been rough, it hadn't just been sex. He hadn't simply fucked her. It had actually meant something and she loved that he was the only guy in the world that could make love to her and leave bruises on her skin at the same time.

After managing to catch her breath, Kylie sat up, leaning against the headboard and lighting a cigarette, taking a drag as she glanced at him. There was still a lot of shit between them that had to be cleared up. She'd have to learn to trust him again, and he still owed her an explanation for why he'd left.

Not to mention the fact that she'd have to get used to this dangerous new him she'd never seen before. He had a temper now that had the potential to really hurt her and she knew that was going to be dangerous seeing as she hated losing and he wasn't going to roll over and let her win anymore. While she was excited to finally live and to be with him without people constantly trying to tear them apart, she knew it would be anything but easy.

Kylie sighed and took another long drag off her cigarette. She wanted to ask him why he'd left because it was bothering her, but she didn't want to run the risk of ruining their night. She had a way of opening her mouth and fucking everything up. So, despite the fact that it was nagging at her, she ignored the need to ask and leaned over to him, kissing his lips. "I love you." She breathed against them before sighing and standing, pulling his shirt on and slipping into the bathroom to run a bath in the huge tub, not bothering to close the door.

Kylie wished she could stop worrying but she couldn't. Her life had made it way too easy to worry until, eventually, it came as easily to her as breathing. She hated herself for doubting him after the night they'd just had and the way he'd kissed her, like she belonged to him and he wasn't letting her go again, but she couldn't help it. She'd belonged to him before and yet, he'd still left.

Her father leaving her had been the first big betrayal in her life, but then her sister had committed suicide and it had hurt that she didn't think she could live, even for her, then her siblings had been killed in a fire, causing her mother to turn even further away from her than before, and finally, when she'd found someone she'd loved, he'd left her too. Only Gracie had remained constant in her life and that was why it was hard for her to not worry about how long they'd last this time as she sat there on the tub's edge, smoking, waiting for it to fill.

When it was finally full, she pulled Tyler's shirt off and tossed it aside, sliding into the hot water, allowing it to loosen her aching muscles as she leaned her head back on the back of the tub and brought her cigarette to her lips, closing her eyes, trying to shut off her stupidly cynical mind and just be happy that she had him back, no matter how long it lasted.




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Matt could tell he was driving her crazy even though she was trying to hide it. He could read her easily, so he knew his lips on her skin had her head spinning. She pulled their lips back together and he smirked against them, kissing her back just as hard as she kissed him.

She pulled away and pulled his shirt off before pushing him away from her and hoping down from the dresser, backing him up to the bed. He smirked when she kissed him and pushed him down, climbing into his lap. He instantly wrapped an arm around her and groaned softly when she pressed their bodies together. Her skin on his was the most incredible thing he'd ever felt and it made him kiss her harder.

She started to kiss his neck before pushing him onto his back, kissing along his skin slowly and teasingly, making him impatient. Eventually, she started to kiss down his chest and he closed his eyes and let her for a minute, enjoying her lips and tongue on his skin as she kissed his waistline teasingly.

Finally, she smirked at him and slipped his jeans off and he couldn't wait any longer. Her grabbed her hair in one hand and her hip in the other and flipped her quickly onto her back. He slipped her panties off and kissed down her body before kissing up the inside of her thigh, smirking up at her.

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They went right into morning until the two of them were exhausted. She'd easily been the best sex he'd ever had. She had a way of making him crazy with just a kiss and he knew that it probably made her dangerous. He could easily get addicted to her, and he could feel that he already was, but he didn't care. For the first time ever, he didn't care that he was starting to grow attached to a girl, despite all the consequences.

He pulled her to his chest, lighting a cigarette, taking a drag before handing it to her and lighting one for himself. "So," he breathed as he smoked, smirking. "You going to stick around for a while?" He asked casually, letting out a breath of smoke, knowing she wasn't the type of girl who liked relationships.

He wasn't really asking her if she was staying in Vegas. He knew she was because Kylie was probably going to and the life he'd just barely introduced her to was exciting to her. He was mostly asking if she was going to stick around him there were a hundred other guys just like him she could fuck with, but for some reason, the thought of her being with anyone else pissed him off.

He wanted her to be his. He just wasn't sure how to ask her because, one, he'd never really wanted a girl that way and, two, he knew she was a heartbreaker and one night in bed probably wasn't enough to get her considering a relationship.

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The night had been absolutely incredible. No one had ever touched her the way he had the entire night. She was completely addicted to him and she hated him for that, which would eventually make her bitter towards him, because that’s how Gracie worked. The things she loved most, save for Kylie she eventually started to hate and push away. He was everything she had ever wanted and when he touched her and kissed her he made her feel like she was the most important thing in the world.

They’d gone all night until she was exhausted and physically couldn’t go any longer and even after that they’d continued, until he’d rolled off of her and pulled her to his chest. She listened to his heart slow and it was oddly relaxing just lying there in silence with him. She was exhausted after sex with Brandon and then Matt, but Matt had easily been a million times better then Brandon. He lit a cigarette and took a drag off it before handing it to her and she took it gratefully. She took a drag off if letting the taste of the nicotine fill her mouth.

"So," he breathed and she listened as she blew the smoke out above them "You going to stick around for a while?" he asked calmly, but he was well aware what he was asking.

He wasn’t asking if she was staying there in Vegas, because that much was obvious by the way Kylie and Tyler had made up. It was kind of a packaged deal, it always had been. If you wanted Gracie you got Kylie and vice versa. He was asking her to stay there, with him. She wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. Gracie was terrible when it came to relationships; she couldn’t make them last for shit. She always found a way to make them fall apart.

She sat up then hating that she was about to lie to him, but it was better than telling him the truth and running the night they’d just spent together. She ran her fingers through her hair, taking another drag off her cigarette. Her back facing him as she let the silence fill the room.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Matty?” she finally said and she was sure he’d heard the nickname before and she wasn’t sure he even liked it, but it seemed to fit after the night they’d had. She keep her back to him. “You barely know me, are you willing to take a risk on a stranger?” she asked honestly, it was something of a warning. She glanced to him over her shoulder. “Because it could be the worst mistake of your like.” She smirked. “Or the best.” She whispered, holding his eyes.




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The night had been better then he thought. It was the most incredible make-up sex he’d ever had. It only solidified how in love with her he actually was. The fact that if he lost her again, he probably would OD on drugs, because he wouldn’t be able to take it. Looking back he’s not exactly sure how he made it through the year without her. All he knew now was he wasn’t going to let her go again and if anyone laid a hand on her, it didn’t matter who it was he’d kill them.

He could tell something was bothering her and he sat up, leaning against the head board. He lit himself a joint. He watched her for a long time, he knew what was bothering her. He just wasn’t ready to tell her the truth, because Gracie didn’t exactly have a say. She’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and found out what was going on, he knew Kylie would be pissed at Gracie for not telling her the truth, she be pissed at him for listening to her mother in the first place and it was just a lot more drama then it was worth now that he had her back, eventually though it would eat at her till she cracked and asked him. He just hoped he’d be sober when she asked.

She lend in and kissed and he kissed her back. "I love you." she breathed against his lips, before she slipped into the bathroom and he heard the bath water turn on and he sighed.

He pulled the blankets off him before sitting on the side of the bed as his phone went off. He grabbed his jeans, grabbing his phone out of the pocket. “Shit” he breathed, before answering it. “Hey babe.” He breathed into the phone.

“Where the hell are you?” he rolled his eyes, he could tell she’d been crying. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Tyler the fucking cops are here?” she breathed into the phone but he wasn’t worried like he should be, he knew why there were there.

“Bunny, listen stop freaking out alright. They are there for their money, unlock my safe and there money is in there alright.” He explained. “I’ll be home later, clean the fucking house.” He said before hanging up and he realized the bath water was off. He slipped his jeans on before he made his way into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bath tub looking down at her.

“I’m not leaving you.” He breathed. “I promise.” He said honestly needing her to believe him, because the fact of the matter was if she didn’t believe him and she started questioning him when he was high, he’d beat the shit out of her, like he did to Bunny.





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Kylie had left the bathroom door open so, as she sat there in the steaming hot water, eyes closed, smoking, she could hear him, in the bedroom, on the phone. He was talking to a girl.

Suddenly, she remembered the blond from the party. She'd managed to convince herself she'd been nothing but a random girl, but now it was obvious that she wasn't. He had a girlfriend, and from what it sounded like, she lived with him. It hurt, she had to admit. The phone conversation ended then and he came into the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub.

Kylie took a drag off her cigarette and used the smoke as an excuse to turn her head away from him so he couldn't see her face, knowing he'd see right through her. He'd be able to see that she was hurt by the fact that he had a girlfriend, that she was bothered that he hadn't explained his leaving, and, worst of all, the she doubted him, thinking one morning she'd wake up to find he'd disappeared on her again.

“I’m not leaving you.” He breathed and she closed her eyes, keeping her head turned away from him as she took a another drag did her cigarette. “I promise.” He said and she could tell by the tone of his voice that, if she said anything other than okay it'd turn into a fight and, while she still had so many things to say to him, that was the last thing she wanted. She didn't want to go and fuck up everything they'd just done because she couldn't keep her shit together around him.

So Kylie just gathered her best poker face before finally turning to look at him, taking one last drag off her cigarette before flicking it away. "I know." She lied with a breath of smoke, holding his eyes before sighing. She wished so badly her words had been the truth. She wanted to believe him, it was just hard. So, to avoid the topic all together, she slipped under the water, submerging herself completely, wetting her hair before coming back up and smoothing it back, looking him over.

"Who was that?" She said casually, like she hadn't heard almost every word of the conversation. "On the phone?" She asked, holding his eyes, wondering if he'd lie to her, tell her the truth, or take it as an accusation and get defensive and angry.




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Matt watched her sit up and take a drag off her cigarette. Silence filled the room and he knew, she'd understood his question and was trying to formulate an answer. He desperately wanted to know what she was thinking, but he waited, giving her a second. They really didn't know each other and yet, he was asking her to be with him, but that was just the thing, he wanted to know her in a way he'd never wanted to know any girl before.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Matty?” She finally said and he smirked at the name. So far, only Chelsea called him that, and Tyler every so often sarcastically, but he liked the way it sounded on her lips. “You barely know me, are you willing to take a risk on a stranger?” She asked, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Because it could be the worst mistake of your like. Or the best.” She whispered, holding his eyes.

Matt smirked and sat up behind her, kissing her shoulder and up the side of her neck slowly, softly, softer then he'd kissed her since he'd met her, pausing at her ear. "I'm going to have to go with the best." He. Whispered in her ear with a smirk. "I want you to be mine Gracie. I really don't care that we don't know each other or that you like to play head games." He smirked, letting her know he was on to her.

"We'll get to know each other and I'll just have to do my best to dodge your bullets." He shrugged and placed his lips against her shoulder again. "You can't tell me something that feels this good," he breathed against her skin, moving his lips slowly along her shoulder, "isn't worth giving a shot."

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He sat up and pressed his lips against her skin making her close her eyes. His lips moved along her shoulder and up the side of her neck slowly causing her to shiver. She kept her eyes closed. The moment seemed honestly too good to be true. She wanted more than anything for the rest of their time together to stay that perfect, but she knew it would and it couldn’t because fate hated her.

"I'm going to have to go with the best." he whispered, when he paused at her ear, causing her to smirk. "I want you to be mine Gracie. I really don't care that we don't know each other or that you like to play head games." she raised a brow, most guys didn’t see it coming till after it was too late and the fact that he already had her figured out scared her. "We'll get to know each other and I'll just have to do my best to dodge your bullets. You can't tell me something that feels this good," he breathed against her skin. "isn't worth giving a shot."

She didn’t answer right away. She was too distracted by the way his lips felt on her skin and the thoughts running through her mind. She could say yeah it was defiantly worth giving a shot, but she already knew how it would end up. She’d get bored and feel trapped, she’d fuck around with other guys already knowing he was the kind of guy that could get very jealous and they’d be one huge fucking mess, yet somehow she knew deep down in the most fucked up way possible, they’d still be happy. Or, she could say no and save them both the heartache or maybe just prolong it.

“Yeah.” She finally whispered. “Any guy who can call me out on my own game, deserves a chance.” She smirked pressing her lips against his, before pulling away. “I’m going to go make us some coffee.” Breathed before kissing him again. She slipped on his shirt, before slipping out of the bedroom.

She flipped off the music and turned on the TV, before making her way over to the coffee maker and starting it. She wasn’t paying much attention until they flashed a picture of Brandon on the screen making her wince. She fumbled around before finding the remote and turning the TV up.

“Police suspect that there was no foul play. Brandon Drake had recently found out his older brother Ashton was making over a million dollars more than him.” The News Anchor spoke into the camera and Gracie raised a brow, she turned the TV down then not caring to hear the rest, she was honestly shocked that they’d gotten away with it and the proved to her just how dangerous Matt and Tyler were and that only made her want to stay there and be with Matt that much more.



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"I know." she finally said but her words weren’t sincere and he wasn’t sure what else he could say to make her believe him, but he didn’t blame her. He watched her sink under the water and he let out a frustrated breath running his fingers through her hair. She came up from the water slicking her blonde hair back. "Who was that? On the phone?" She asked and he rolled his eyes.

He probably would have accused her of not trusting him or yelled at her and changed the subject if he was high. But, he was sober and so he figured there was no sense in lying to her. Bunny meant nothing to him and she had to know that, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t stop ending up in bed with her if they got in fight or he was too high to realize what he was doing.

“She’s my girlfriend.” He answered simply. “She means nothing to me, she’s fucking annoying I was just tired of being alone.” He said honestly. “And, she was easy at first.” He sighed.

It was the truth, he actually could have probably loved Vikki if she wasn’t so needy. He’d meet her at a strip club two nights after he’d moved there and she just kind of stuck around. He had to hand it to the poor girl though, as much shit as he put her through she always seemed to stick around and take care of him when no one else wanted to deal with him. Back then he’d been so desperate to forget Kylie, because he was convinced he’d never see her again. Now, he regretted it, because now he’d have to get rid of her and as much of a hard ass as Tyler was, he wasn’t sure he had it in him to kill Bunny after everything she’d done for him. The same way he couldn’t bring himself to kill Kylie or Gracie.

“I promise, I’ll kick her out when we get home.” He smirked as he lend down kissing her lips.



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Kylie watched as he rolled his eyes, keeping her eyes glued to him because, even though she'd asked the question casually, it really hadn't been and she wanted to see his face if he lied to her or tried to change the subject. “She’s my girlfriend.” He answered and Kylie sighed. She knew the answer already, and she wasn't entirely sure why, but it still hurt to hear. It wasn't like she'd been faithful to him for the past year or anything. It shouldn't hurt to know he'd found himself a girlfriend, and yet it still did. The fact that he was honest with her about it did take out some of the sting though. “She means nothing to me, she’s fucking annoying I was just tired of being alone.” He said and she raised a brow. “And, she was easy at first.” He sighed.

Kylie, surprisingly, believed him. She could tell by the tone of his voice, he didn't love the girl and was even a little tired of her, but she could also tell he was lying when he said she meant nothing to him. She was still something to him, on some level. Even if he didn't love her, he still cared about her, at least some of the time.

“I promise, I’ll kick her out when we get home.” He smirked before leaning down to kiss her lips and Kylie smirked back against them and kissed back, slipping her tongue past his lips to deepen it. She placed her hands on the side of the tub and stood on her knees so she was a little more even with him as she kissed him.

Eventually, she pulled away and got out of the tub, wringing out her hair before sliding his shirt back on and grabbing a brush off the bathroom sink and brushing out her hair as she watched him behind her, in the mirror. Something was still nagging her, and she didn't want to say it. "Tyler?" She breathed, eyes on him in the mirror. "If I hadn't come here and run into you..." She whispered, not really wanting to continue because she was afraid of his answer. "Would you have ever come back for me?" Kylie sighed and pulled her eyes off him. looking at her hair as she brushed it slowly, using it as a distraction. "I mean, maybe this was just a big accident."




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It was a while before she spoke and Matt could tell she was thinking about it. He sure as hell hoped she said yes, because she was too incredible to let slip through his fingers like the other slutty girls he was always fucking.“Yeah.” She finally whispered and he smirked against her skin. “Any guy who can call me out on my own game, deserves a chance.” She smirked, kissing him and then pulling away again. “I’m going to go make us some coffee.” She breathed and he nodded as they kissed one last time before she took his shirt and left.

He lay back and lit a cigarette, watching the ceiling a minute, before his phone started ringing and he sighed and finally sat up, pulling his jeans on, ignoring the annoying sound until he had them on and finally pulled it out, answering it. "Five fucking rings?" Chelsea hissed into the phone before he'd even said anything.

"What's up Chels." He breathed, running his fingers through his hair and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What's up?" She practically screamed. "Good fucking question, how about we start with you?! What's up with my loser ass brother lately? Because god knows I have no fucking clue. He's never home, and when he is, he's either off killing someone or fucking some slut. So why don't you tell me what's up? You can start by trying to explain where the fuck you went last night." She ranted and Matt sighed, listening. He'd known she'd be pissed at him, but, aside from her practically yelling and the repeated use of the word fuck, Matt could tell he'd also hurt her too.

He'd hurt her, in the first place, by taking off, leaving her to Bryan. Then he'd gone and done his job, which she'd never really liked, but she dealt with it because they both knew it kept her alive. However, what had really turned the knife he'd stabbed her with by leaving was the fact that he hadn't come home. After a job well done, and when he was actually home for a while, Bryan always let Chelsea stay at his place and he knew Chelsea lived her life for those days. As much as she swore she hated him and was pissed at him, she was never happier than when she got the fuck out of Bryan's house and came to see him.

He could lie to her, tell her that he hadn't gotten done until extremely late the night before and so him and Tyler had just gotten themselves a room and passed out, but it'd be know use. She'd know it was bullshit. "Fuck, Chels, I'm sorry." He breathed, shaking his head.

"I don't want your bullshit sorrys. I'm dying Matt, and you can't send ten minutes with me. I want a fucking explanation. She spat back instantly, but he could tell she was holding back tears.

"Don't fucking say that Chels, you're not dying. I didn't put up with all this bullshit and kill all these people for you to die." He rolled his eyes. "But you're right, I owe you an explanation. I was with a girl, and I shouldn't have been, I should have come and picked you up. I'll pick you up tonight though, promise."

The line was quiet for a minute and he couldn't tell if she was hurt by the fact that he was with a girl or considering his promise. "Fuck you Matt." She finally breathed and he heard her turn her head away from the phone and cough pretty violently, making him wince. "Don't bother. I don't want to see you."

"Chels-" He tried to speak, but it was no use, before he'd even gotten the syllable out, she'd hung up and he sighed deeply, dropping his face into his hands, hating that he was always disappointing her when she was, not only the only person he loved, but the reason he did everything he did.

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Gracie finished making their coffee, her eyes flicking to the news every once in a while. She felt bad, for not feeling bad about what had happened. Though, there was a part of her that couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if Matt and Tyler had never busted down the door and her and Kylie had gotten on a privet jet with the Drake’s. She saw her life the way it could have been with Brandon and she was miserable. Gracie was the type of girl that should never be held down and she’d probably never get married. On the outside she was almost always calm and composed, but everything on the inside that made her tick was a scattered train wreck of dark emotions, that she never could quite get a handle on.

She made her way back to the bedroom with the coffee pausing at the door, that was creaked open when she heard Matt talking. "I was with a girl, and I shouldn't have been, I should have come and picked you up. I'll pick you up tonight though, promise." she sighed, she’d only heard a small bit of the conversation and as much as she wanted to be pissed, she couldn’t. She knew better than to accuse him when she barely knew his name and now they were supposedly girlfriend and boyfriend. "Chels" he breathed and she closed her eyes.

Whoever the girl was on the other end of that phone meant a lot to him, she could tell that just by the desperate sound of his voice and it stung, because she almost wanted it to be her that was driving him that crazy, making him that desperate. She swallowed the fear and pain that she may have just let herself fall for someone who was already taken and it wouldn’t be the first time, the only difference this time was she actually really liked him. She used her shoulder to push the door open and his head was buried in his hands. She used her foot to kick the door closed. She set the two coffee filled cups on the night stand before sitting down next to him.

“Trouble in paradise?” she asked calmly. “If you got somewhere to be…” she trailed off, keeping her voice soft. “You should go.” She said honestly. “I’ll be okay.” She said offering his a half smile, kissing his cheek, before picking up her coffee cup and taking a drink, afraid that he’d get up and leave and he wouldn’t come back, that he’d only really asked her to be his girlfriend because he was high off the night they’d spent together.



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He was glad that she didn’t ask any more about Bunny, she simply kissed him back. The truth was he wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to get rid of her, he knew her well enough to know that if he pissed her off she’d go straight to the police and turn him. Sure they paid the cops off but that was only to stay off their backs for the drugs, murder and abuse were two different things entirely. It didn’t want to break that to Kylie just yet though.

Eventually she pulled away and stood up and he stayed on the edge of the tub, watching her as she slipped his shirt back on and started to brush her hair. He’d forgotten how in love with her he really was until he’d seen her again and now he was doing whatever it took to keep her and keep her safe, which would prove to be difficult considering his boss tended to want everything him and Matt had and he felt entitled to it. He’d slept with Bunny, not that Tyler had cared all that much, but Kylie was a different story even Gracie, she was like a little sister to him. The thought honestly scared the shit out of him, it would be easy to kill Bryan, Tyler thought.

"Tyler?" Kylie breathed pulling him from his thoughts causing him to glance up at her "If I hadn't come here and run into you... Would you have ever come back for me?" She whispered and he sighed. "I mean, maybe this was just a big accident."

The answer was no he wouldn’t have come back to find her, because he was convinced that she was better off without him, that’s what he’d been told. He could remember that night clearly from Gracie’s dad slapping her for fighting for him and Kylie to Kylie’s mother telling him he was a piece of shit, of course she’d said it like the proper religious women she was. He hadn’t even told his aunt by and the only reason Marshal had went with him was because he’d caught him packing his shit. The thought made him so made, his jaw clenched as the memory replayed in his mind.

“No.” he breathed “I wouldn’t have.” He swallowed hard letting his eyes fall to the floor. “They would have just ran me out of town again.” He said though it was more under his breath. He stood up and walked up behind her, moving her hair to one side and pressing his lips against her skin. “But, I would have thought about you till the day I died.” He whispered against her skin. “This wasn’t a mistake, the mistake was me leaving you.” He said spinning her around so she was facing him. “I love you Kylie, I always will.” He breathed before pressing his lips to hers.




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It was silent for a while and Kylie wondered if it was because he was thinking, or because he didn't want to answer her. Either way, she wouldn't look at him again. It was a question she shouldn't have even asked because she wasn't even entirely sure she wanted to know his answer. If he hadn't loved her enough to come back for her, she could be making a huge mistake. The whole thing could just be some stupid coincidence that she was mistaking a fate and she'd just end up crushed and even more broken than she'd been before. Maybe they really didn't belong together.

“No.” He finally breathed and Kylie closed her eyes and winced, glad she had her back to him because that had hurt worse than a slap in the face. “I wouldn’t have.” He said and she tried to swallow it down and pretend that his words didn't hurt. Why the fuck wouldn't he have come for her? If he loved her so much, he would have come for her. She couldn't live without him, didn't he understand that? It felt like she'd been stabbed in the chest and suddenly, she was starting to think maybe sleeping with him had been the wrong thing to do. Maybe fate had thrown them together so she could finally vent all the pent up anger she had towards him and finally get peace with it, but she'd fucked it all up by fucking him instead. Maybe he really didn't need her as badly as she needed him. Not if he was willing to live without her for the rest of his life, no matter how miserable he was.

“They would have just ran me out of town again.” He said under her breath, and Kylie stopped brushing her hair and set the brush on the counter, placing her hands on it, leaning on it, suddenly feeling like she might be sick. He came up behind her, she didn't have to open her eyes to know that. She could feel him as he slowly moved her hair to one side, and she bit her lip when he placed his lips against her skin, stretching her neck for him, despite the horrible feeling in her gut. “But, I would have thought about you till the day I died.” He whispered against her skin and she shivered, wanting to tell him she wasn't totally sure that was good enough for her, but his lips on her skin has her too distracted to speak.

“This wasn’t a mistake, the mistake was me leaving you.” He said before spinning her and Kylie finally forced herself to open his eyes and hold his, knowing she had to look like she was close to tears, because she was. “I love you Kylie, I always will.” He breathed and kissed her, and Kylie couldn't help it, she let out a soft moan and kissed back, loving the taste of his lips, despite everything she'd just thought.

"I love you too." She breathed against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck and standing on her toes, unable to stop herself from kissing him. "Please don't break my heart again." She whispered as she kissed him harder, knowing it was a hard promise for him to make, but needing to hear it, even if it was nothing but a lie or empty, impossible words. "It nearly killed me the first time."




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Matt glanced up when the door opened and closed, Gracie walking in with two coffee cups in her hands. She set them on the nightstand, sitting next to him and he immediately reached for one. He could tell by the look on her face she had heard a little more of his conversation with Chelsea than she'd wanted to. Exactly how much though, he wasn't sure and he knew it could really look bad if all she heard was his end of the conversation. It had probably sounded like he was bickering with an angry girlfriend.

“Trouble in paradise?” She asked calmly, like it didn't bother her, but he knew better. No girl was okay with having sex and being asked to be in a relationship, only to find out the guy was already in one. “If you got somewhere to be…” she trailed off, an he just patiently waited for her to finish. “You should go. I’ll be okay.” She said as she grabbed her coffee and he sighed and took a drink of his before shaking his head.

"No, I have nowhere to be right now." He shrugged before leaning over to her, kissing her cheek, and then along her jaw softly, finally pulling away with a smirk, taking another drink of his coffee. "And there's no jealous girlfriend waiting for me anywhere either." He smiled at her and laughed softly. "That was my little sister on the phone." He shrugged and sighed. "I was supposed to pick her up last night and let her stay at my place, but..." He looked her over with a smirk. "I got distracted." He shrugged, deciding to leave out the part about her being sick, or her living with his boss, or her being his boss's bargaining chip to get him to do his dirty work.

She'd find that all out eventually. For the moment, unless she asked, he really didn't feel like making her feel like shit for keeping him away from his severely ill, love-starved little sister. Feeling like shit and worrying about Chelsea's life was his job, not hers.

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She covered her fear and anxiety, by drinking her coffee. When she was younger she’d had her heart broken so many times, it had turned her into a heartbreaker herself. It was easier breaking someone else’s heart then being some love struck, starry eyed girl who got her heart trampled on. Then Matt had got into her car a few days ago and she finally really liked someone and the possibility that shed trusted him so easily and he might have a girlfriend nearly killed her.

"No, I have nowhere to be right now." he lend over then and pressed his lips to her cheek before continuing along her jaw and something about the kiss alleviated all her fears and that scared her, because she knew then no matter what happened between them from now on, he’d pull her back with something as simple as a kiss. "And there's no jealous girlfriend waiting for me anywhere either. That was my little sister on the phone." she set her coffee down and smirked at him hating that he could see right through her. "I was supposed to pick her up last night and let her stay at my place, but... I got distracted." her heart sped up as his eyes ran over her.

She was completely relived and it took everything in her not to let out a relived sigh. She grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the night stand lighting one and taking a drag off of it, before leaning in and kissing him gently, blowing the smoke into his mouth. She felt fire throughout her body and the connection she had with him, was deeper then she’d had with any other guy despite the fact they’d just met. She both hated and loved the fact that he could see right through her. She loved the thought of his lips on her skin and the fact that they were going to be the death of each other. She pulled away placing the cigarette between his lips.

“I wasn’t worried.” She lied almost perfectly, even though she knew he could see through her bullshit lie. She held his eyes. “You drive me crazy you know that.” She whispered. “And, I barely know you.” She sighed as she lit another cigarette, she inhaled deeply, the smoke burned her throat, but it felt good, because she’d felt numb for so long, that now being with him she felt things she couldn’t remember feeling before. “That scares the shit out of me.” She said honestly, her voice was pure and rare, like she wasn’t used to being that honest with a guy.



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She kissed back, moaning against his lips and he lend into the kiss. He pulled her closer, closing any space between them. Her skin on hers felt amazing, every time he kissed her he never wanted it to end. She was the only thing he’d ever wanted and if it killed him he was going to make sure he got her this time. He’d never really known what love was or heartbreak was until he met her.

"I love you too." she breathed against his lips "Please don't break my heart again." he could hear the pent up fear, pain, and pleading in her voice, it was so thick he could taste it and it killed him "It nearly killed me the first time."

He couldn’t promise her he wasn’t going to break her heart. It wasn’t because he would leave her, it was because he’d cheat on her, or he’d slap her around, he’d do things she wouldn’t argue with because he had to. His job would come before he if he wanted to make them work and that alone was a life no girl would want to live and all those things would be the cause of her broken heart. There were going to be broken, they’d hate each other and deep down he knew he should just walk away for her. Because although he was well aware she wasn’t innocent, compared to his life she was innocent and the things she’d see in his world would break her and he hated himself for being too selfish to walk away from her.

“I can’t promise I won’t break your heart.” He whispered against her lips. “But, I’m not going anywhere.” He promised, kissing her again, before pulling away but holding her eyes. “Baby, you can walk away, right now.” He breathed. “And I’ll still love you, that will never change.” He sighed “But if you stay.” He said in a serious tone keeping his eyes on hers. “You gotta understand that it’s going to be fucked up and it’s only going to get worse. I’m going to be someone else completely when I get high. I’m going to hurt you and your going to hate me.” He said being brutally honest with her. “But, if you stay I can promise you that I’ll never leave you and I’ll take care of you and I’ll die for you. Because there’s no one else like you babe.” He smirked.



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Tyler didn't answer her right away and Kylie wasn't an idiot. She knew it was impossible to ask him to promise her that. They were going to be a total fucking mess, she could just feel it. She wasn't sure why she'd asked him to make that kind of a promise. It was unfair really. It put him in the position of having to either lie to her or shoot her down, but she supposed maybe it was just because she wanted him to know how badly he could crush her. Maybe if he understood that, without him, she was a complete and utter wreck, he'd be a little less hesitant to hurt her again. Maybe.

She wasn't entirely sure what he was capable of. She didn't know as much about him as she'd thought she had. Her short twelve or so hours with him so far had gone a long way towards proving that. There was a lot about him he'd hidden from her when they were together before. A lot she had yet to learn, and that was frightening. What if she couldn't handle all of him? Or worse, what if she found out that, later, she didn't love all of him?

“I can’t promise I won’t break your heart.” He finally whispered against her lips and she sighed, figuring as much, glad that, at the very least, he couldn't make her false promises, because she knew it would just hurt that much worse later if he couldn't keep them. “But, I’m not going anywhere.” He promised and kissed her again and she kissed back, needing to believe him. She didn't want to live in constant fear of losing him again. It would drive her absolutely fucking nuts. She wanted to trust him, but it was horribly scary and she'd only been with him a few short hours. Several of which, he'd been trying to kill her.

“Baby, you can walk away, right now. And I’ll still love you, that will never change.” He sighed and she raised her eyebrows, surprised that he honestly thought she could walk away from him. She couldn't if it would save her life, and she knew that it would be the death of her. “But if you stay,” He said seriously, holding her eyes, like he was trying to warn her. “You gotta understand that it’s going to be fucked up and it’s only going to get worse. I’m going to be someone else completely when I get high. I’m going to hurt you and you're going to hate me.” He said and she sighed. She knew he was right, she just hadn't wanted to think about it. She'd pushed it away up until then, but there was no escaping it now. He'd placed it right between them. “But, if you stay I can promise you that I’ll never leave you and I’ll take care of you and I’ll die for you. Because there’s no one else like you babe.” He smirked.

Kylie sighed and closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest and pulling herself closer to him, needing him to hold her for just a second, needing the way they were then and there to last for a while, knowing it was going to get hard fast and needing to have something to compare it to when it did. "I know it'll be hard." She breathed, keeping her eyes closed. "But I honestly can't walk away from you." She shook her head and listened to his heart beating in his chest. "I love you too much." Kylie sighed deeply. "I'd honestly rather fight with you for a hundred years than spend another year alone."




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Matt could tell she was glad to hear there wasn't some other girl. She didn't show it in her expression, but he could see it in her eyes and the way her shoulders relaxed ever so slightly and he knew then that she wasn't just a heartbreaker because it was fun. She'd had her heart broken before. So much that it was a huge deal for her to have trusted him and, if there really had been some other girl and he'd have been another let down, it would have really crushed her. Not particularly because she loved him or she was completely head over heels, but because she'd managed to trust him and he'd fucked her over. Which, of course, had him worried. Because he did nothing but let down the people he loved most. Chelsea was prime example of that.

Matt watched her as she lit herself a cigarette and took a drag, leaning in towards him and kissing him, blowing the smoke into his mouth, making him smirk and blow it out as she pulled away. He felt like he'd known her his whole life even though it had been less than two whole days, but he knew, if they didn't work out and she got fed up with him, or even bored of him, that he'd never stop thinking about her. Until the day he died, he'd be comparing every other girl he'd ever be with to her. She placed the cigarette between his lips and he took a drag, watching her.

“I wasn’t worried.” She lied, making him smirk as she turned and held his eyes. “You drive me crazy you know that.” She whispered. “And, I barely know you.” She sighed and he watched her light her own cigarette. “That scares the shit out of me.” She said honestly, and he could tell just by the tone of her voice that she didn't place her trust in other people and open up a whole lot.

"There's some shit you should probably know." Matt sighed and set his coffee down, pulling her into his lap gently and moving her hair so he could kiss her neck. "First of all, I know you were worried." He whispered softly against her skin with a smirk. "It's okay to be worried, and afraid, and sometimes vulnerable." He shrugged. "I'll be honest, you scare the shit out of me too." He smirked and pulled back, holding her eyes and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Because, for some stupid fucking reason I have this feeling like, if I don't have you, I'll die, but I know if I do, I'll be a huge disappointment to you." He shrugged and sighed, running his thumb across her lips as he spoke, more honestly than he had in a long time. "I'll hurt you. A lot. I have a horrible temper that, up until just recently, only Chelsea was capable of controlling. I tend to take off without notice, even if I always come back. I'll say all the right things, but do all the wrong things." He shrugged and sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair, feeling like he had to warn her.

"I can tell you've been hurt a lot, so I know you're apprehensive. You don't have to go down this road with me if you don't want to. Odds are, it leads to nothing but a shitstorm of heartbreak." He smirked and kissed her neck again, kissing along it slowly. "But, if you do decide, for some ungodly reason that you want me," he whispered between kisses, "at the very least, I'll take care of you. I might hurt you, but I sure as hell won't let anyone else."

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"There's some shit you should probably know. First of all, I know you were worried." he said pulling her into his lap as his lips moved along her skin making her laugh lightly. "It's okay to be worried, and afraid, and sometimes vulnerable. I'll be honest, you scare the shit out of me too." she sighed listening "Because, for some stupid fucking reason I have this feeling like, if I don't have you, I'll die, but I know if I do, I'll be a huge disappointment to you. I'll hurt you. A lot. I have a horrible temper that, up until just recently, only Chelsea was capable of controlling. I tend to take off without notice, even if I always come back. I'll say all the right things, but do all the wrong things." she could tell just by the way that he was talking and his body language that he was just as fucked up as she was.

It wasn’t all going to be him, despite what he thought. He could prepare himself all he wanted for her games, but she would be just as much as a letdown as he was. She knew guys like him were dangerous, abusive, and addicted to the worst things but she didn’t care.

"I can tell you've been hurt a lot, so I know you're apprehensive. You don't have to go down this road with me if you don't want to. Odds are, it leads to nothing but a shitstorm of heartbreak." she rolled her eyes as he kissed down her neck. "But, if you do decide, for some ungodly reason that you want me, at the very least, I'll take care of you. I might hurt you, but I sure as hell won't let anyone else." he whispered against her skin.

She was glad that he was being honest with her, she’d rather the honest truth, then a lie. She positioned herself so she was straddling him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Your right about everything.” She breathed holding his eyes, centimeters from his lips. “But, I want you more than anything and I don’t fucking know why, but if anyone breaks my heart, if anyone’s going to kill me. I want it to be you.” She breathed before pressing her lips to his.
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The days had turned into weeks and the weeks into months and before Gracie knew it, the summer had flown by and it had been the most amazing summer of her life. She’d meet Matt in May and by July she was completely love sick over him. It was sickening how much she need him and hated him all at once. He gave her the worst kind of high and she was addicted to their love, if you could call it that. Their relationship was violent and dangerous, but without him she could barely function. Only lately things had been so bad she wasn’t sure they’d last and she was freaking out., which meant she was pushing him away.

She’d gotten her first tattoo which was his nickname, Matty on the side of her rib cage just under her right breast. Then she’d gotten her second on her middle finger the word Trainwreck on her middle finger, and lastly she’d gotten Fuck written on her wrist.

Matt had introduced her to drugs, which was probably the worst possible thing he could have done, because she was hopelessly addicted to nearly everything and needed then almost as much as she needed Matty. Matt had brought out the darker side of her that she’d spent her life trying to cover up. She’d become completely unmanageable, she’d turned into her mother and the worst part was she felt more like herself then she ever had. It was safe to say the she’d lost her mind.

Her and Matt lived with Tyler, Kylie, Marshall, and Bunny which was the biggest fucked up mess of all times. All of them were addicts, they all hated each other and if Bunny and Kylie weren’t at each other’s throats, Tyler and Kylie were fighting. It was a miracle none of them had killed each other and even more of a miracle that her and Kylie were still best friends. Her and Matt’s room was a complete disaster, like a hurricane had gone through it. They’d gotten into a huge fight after they’d spent the night fucking. He’d found out that she’d fucked one of his friends, she hadn’t meant for that to happen, but it had, because he’d gone out of town and she couldn’t be alone.

The music filled the room, muting any outside noise. She was alone, she’d been sitting in the same spot lend up against the wall for the past hour. Sore and bruised, trying to convince herself that he’d walk back through the door any minuet and that he hadn’t ditched town. He’d only done it once since they’d gotten together, but it was for work and then she’d betrayed him while he’d been gone. So if he had left this time, it was because she’d pushed him away, it was her own damn fault. She was driving herself crazy with thoughts that he might not come back or he was with someone else and she was making herself physically sick.

“Fuck.” She breathed as she tightened the belt around her upper arm getting ready to shoot up so she could silence the painful thoughts and hopefully pass out. It was bad enough that Tyler had cut her off from drugs, because she was fucking nuts when she was on them and no one but Matt knew how to handle her, so she’d been sleeping with Bryan to get her drugs and she knew if Matt found that out it’d be over for sure and she couldn’t handle the very real possibility of that thought. She fought the tears that threatened to fall. Their love was driving her insane, still all she wanted was him.



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She closed her eyes, resting her head against his chest and he rubbed her back gently as he held her. "I know it'll be hard. But I honestly can't walk away from you." she said and he sighed laying his head on top of hers. "I love you too much. I'd honestly rather fight with you for a hundred years than spend another year alone." she said and he felt the exact same way.

He didn’t want to live without her, even if they were completely miserable and hated each other it was better than being without each other and somehow they both knew that. They were so dependent on each other that it was miserable to be without one another.

“Alright.” He breathed. “Then you’re coming home with me.” He whispered kissing the top of her head.

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It had been an amazing three months with her. Their happiness had lasted longer then he’d thought, they fucked, got high, and fell in love all over again and for the first month or so he’d been able to control his temper keep it at bay and treat her like he used to. Though that eventually ended with their first big fight and he’d beat the shit out of her, hating himself when he’d sobered up and realized what he’d done, but it only got worse after that. He’d fuck around with other girls right in front of her, then in a second he could win her back with a simple I love you and a kiss. He’d turned into a silver tonged monster, doing whatever it took to keep her around.

When they weren’t fighting they were fucking or getting high. When things were good with her he felt invincible, but in a second he’d lose himself and they’d be fighting again. She hated him, he could see it in her eyes, in the way they kissed and he hated her, yet they were so sick in love that they couldn't leave each other to save their lives. They were destroying each other and they weren’t willing to give anything up to make things better. He almost killed her two or three more times, he was surprised he hadn’t already killed her.

Even through all the pain and heartache though, the reason they stayed together is because without each other they felt empty they didn’t know how to live. It wasn’t all him either, her temper mixed with the drugs had become just as dangerous as him and that’s what made him lover her that much more. He was completely addicted to their toxic relationship and if he was being honest he wouldn’t want it any other way. He hadn’t kicked Bunny out like he promised he would, in fact he’d just bought a bigger house to fit all six of them in and he was practically dating both Kylie and Bunny. He lied to both of them to keep them from killing each other. He knew Kylie wasn’t stupid, he knew that she knew about him and Bunny and he knew Bunny knew too. However neither of them were willing to do anything about it because at the end of the day Tyler was a murder and he got what he wanted.

Tyler made his way into the kitchen, after a long night of working. Bryan had sent him out on a job he was covered in dry blood. The sun was barely coming up and as far as he knew aside from the loud music coming from Matt and Gracie’s room, which meant they were either fighting or fucking, everyone else was asleep. He light a joint as he lend against the counter taking a hit off of it. He turned around pouring himself a glass of whisky taking a drink he felt someone come up behind him and there was nothing there. No spark of electricity no fire, it was Bunny.

“Hey baby, come to bed.” She whispered and he turned around with a smirk on his face as he spun her roughly so her back was against the counter pushing her into it harshly, causing her to moan in both pain and pleasure. His lips moved along her jawline, pausing at her ear.

“I’m not in the mood for slut tonight.” He said cruelly, making it obvious he was high off something fairly strong. He was usually much more considerate when he was sober. He downed the rest of his whiskey before grabbing her arm and putting his joint out on it as if she was nothing more than an ashtray, she cried out in pain and he smirked down at her.

He left her there, making his way upstairs. He slipped into his and Kylie’s bedroom. He crawled into bed next to her, rolling her over so she was facing him, he was an inconsiderate ass hole when he was high a completely different person just like he told her he’d be. He pressed his lips to hers despite the fact that it was obvious she was asleep and she looked exhausted.

“Wake up, I wanna fuck.” He whispered, kissing along her jaw.



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It took longer than she'd expected, they'd managed to hold out for an entire month, but after that, things had gotten fucked up fast. At first, they were okay. She pretended she didn't know he was cheating and, when he was high, she either did her best to stay away from him, or do whatever he said and it worked out well. They got high together, they fucked, and, for a while, she'd thought maybe things would stay that way.

But that had been wishful thinking. She'd walked in on him and Bunny fucking in their bed, and that had been the end of their happiness. She couldn't pretend she didn't know anymore, he had driven her to her breaking point, and she exploded. They fought, but it ended up fixing nothing. She'd ended up getting the absolute shit beat out of her and things between them only escalated from there.

After that, they fought almost every single day. About everything and anything. He'd nearly killed her more than once, but she refused to stop. She wasn't just going to lie down and take his bullshit. And, as if the two of them were addicted to it, they were always looking for reasons to get into arguments. She'd flirt with other guys to get him crazy, and he'd make it more than obvious that he was fucking around with other girls. He did it right in front of her. They were just as addicted to hurting each other as they were to loving each other.

He liked to push her to her limits. He did things that had her considering leaving. She'd give him the cold shoulder, tell him it was over between them, not let him touch her, but it never really worked. He was too good at getting her back. It would last a day at the most before he kissed her and made false promises and she'd be right back in bed with him.

It was awful and wonderful at the same time. She hated him and he hated her, but they couldn't survive without each other. She'd been telling the truth when she'd said she'd rather fight him everyday for a thousand years than go another year without him. Strangely, she was much happier letting him use her and abuse her than she had ever been without him. She needed him to live. He kept her alive, but at the same time, he was killing her, slowly, painfully, and wonderfully. She couldn't get enough of their fucked up relationship. She was addicted to it the same way she was addicted to the drugs he'd gotten her onto.

She was a raging bitch when she was on something, the same way he was a huge asshole, which made for a pretty deadly combination. If he was high and she was sober, she'd roll over and fold to avoid a fight, but that didn't mean the fight wouldn't happen. It would just happen later. When she was fucked up too.

Then there were Gracie and Matt who were also always fighting. If it wasn't her and Bunny or her and Tyler, it was Matt and Gracie's screaming filling the house. She almost felt bad for Marshall, because he was really the only halfway normal person in the house, and a lot of times that put him in the position of playing the peacemaker, making sure Matt didn't murder Gracie and Tyler didn't murder her or Bunny.

Their household was a complete and utter disaster and it was a miracle her and Grace still got along, but they did. They were each other's safe havens. When things got absolutely unbearable and she couldn't handle Tyler, or felt like she was going to fall apart, she spent a few hours getting high with Gracie and she would somehow manage to pull her through it.

The night had been a long one. Matt and Gracie's music had been blaring all night, meaning the two of them were fighting. Tyler had been gone all night, and Kylie hated herself for missing him so much. She hated herself for worrying that he might not come back. She hated that she couldn't even be without him for a few hours without feeling like some big part of her was missing. It was sick, really, but she'd grown just as dependent on him as she was on the drugs and he knew that. He knew she could never leave him and that she was afraid he could still leave her. Often, when they were fighting, he'd use it against her, knowing it would hurt or he'd use it to get her back on his side after a fight. Either way, he was her weakness and she hated him for that.

He'd gone out on some job, most likely, she wasn't totally sure, he never really told her when or where he was going when he left. He liked to do it just to torture her and make sure she was either needy and missing him or pissed and ready to fight when he got back.

After he'd left, Kylie had spent a few hours with Marshall, getting high and talking a little, allowing the drugs to take away her boredom until, at one point, Bunny had made the mistake of coming into the room and Kylie found a new source of entertainment. It didn't take long before the two of them were fighting, and in less than a half hour, Kylie was sitting on top of the girl with a kitchen knife pressed to her throat. At that point, Marshall stepped in and dragged her off Bunny, carrying her upstairs, filling her veins with something powerful that would knock her out the rest of the night, and putting her to bed.

She was utterly exhausted. The drugs and the fight had taken a lot out of her and whatever Marshall had given her made her that much more tired, so it wasn't long before she fell asleep and she was grateful for that, because then she wouldn't be sitting around wishing Tyler would come home and worrying that he wouldn't.

Movement in the bed behind her woke her a little and she could feel that incredible heat between them that always seemed to be magnified when she was high, making it obvious that it was Tyler who'd crawled into bed with her. At first though, she'd thought it was a dream, so she'd simply ignored him until he rolled her over and kissed her, waking her completely, though her head was still foggy.

"Wake up, I wanna fuck." He whispered as he kissed her jaw and Kylie kept her eyes closed and moaned softly, allowing herself to enjoy his lips for a minute before smirking and pushing him away, rolling back over.

She knew rejecting him wouldn't do any good. When he was high, he got what he wanted. He'd either get pissy and rough or, if that didn't work, he'd threaten to go find Bunny and that always worked because she couldn't stand the thought of him with Bunny. However, she liked making him mad. She liked when he got irritated with her refusal and it made him pushy and forceful. When she was high, she liked him a little worked up.

"Fuck off Tyler." She yawned and reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a bottle of pills and knocking a few back before laying her head back down and closing her eyes like she was going to go to sleep again. "I'm not here just to satisfy your needs whenever you're feeling a little horny." She spat. "I'm sleeping. Either go to bed or find someone else to fuck."




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Matt wasn't entirely sure at what point things had taken a bad turn or even what that first argument had been about, but their relationship got hard. Fast. They lived with Tyler, Kylie, Bunny, and Marshall. A pretty toxic combination without the drugs. Just having Bunny and Kylie in the same house was an utter mess, and then you added more drugs than a single man could consume in a year and what you got was a complete and utter shitstorm.

When him and Gracie weren't at each other's throats, it was Kylie and Tyler, or Bunny and Tyler, or Bunny and Kylie. It was a total fucking mess. He'd made the mistake of getting Gracie into drugs, but so far, he'd made no move to stop her, because he knew she wasn't going to try and stop him. When she was high, she was a complete bitch. She would turn into a total psychopath the same way he turned into an arrogant asshole, and she'd provoke him, and they'd fight, but in the end, he was the only person in the house that could control her when she was high and she was the only one who could handle his temper.

They were wrong for each other, and perfect for each other at the same time. He loved her to death. More than he'd ever loved anyone. There was no way in hell he'd ever leave her, but he also knew she was worried he might because he'd warned her, in the beginning, that he could. And he had left once, but that had been on business, and he'd come home only to find out that night, after they'd spent the entire night in bed, that she'd been fucking a co-worker and a friend of his.

They were horrendous when they fought, and he'd put her in the hospital twice already, because, while she was sober, she could manage to calm him down, while she was high, she only pissed him off more and he couldn't control himself around her. He didn't know when enough was enough, and, if someone didn't pull him off her, he couldn't make himself stop.

So when they'd fought that night, it had been bad. The only reason he'd stopped was because he'd broken a mirror with his fist and the pain in his knuckles was just enough to give him the second of clarity he needed to take a step back.

And he hadn't stopped there. Seeing what he'd done, he knew he couldn't stay a second longer or she'd say something that would get him all worked up again and he'd be liable to kill her, so he didn't give her the chance. He just turned and left her there, picking glass out of his fist as he walked.

He left the house completely, walking down the streets of Vegas, unsure exactly where he was going, as long as it was away from her. He debated leaving, like he used to. He could just jump in a taxi and take off without so much as blinking. But he couldn't. He couldn't leave Gracie without purpose. Not because it was particularly harder for him to leave Gracie than it was for him to leave Chelsea, but because of Bryan. Bryan liked to punish him when he took off like that. He'd always used Chelsea before, but Matt had known he'd keep her alive because she was his best bargaining chip.

Now he could use Gracie and Chelsea, and if he killed one, he'd still have the other. So he stayed. There was no way he was letting Gracie fall into Bryan's hands. He couldn't leave like that anymore. The cost of his freedom was way too high.

However, he could leave on business and not tell her, and it would seem like he'd just taken off. Then maybe she'd realize she was better off without him and by the time he got back, she'd be gone. It was wishful thinking, he knew that, but at the very least, he hoped Bryan had a job for him.

At Bryan's house, he stood in the driveway for a while, smoking, debating whether or not to go in, and, just when he was about to head inside and find him, a window opened upstairs and Chelsea's head popped out. "Matty? What are you doing here?" She asked. He'd since made peace with her, but he knew it was a very delicate peace. She could be back on his case in an instant, and taking another out of town job from Bryan would do exactly that.

"I need to see the boss." He shrugged and she seemed to know exactly what that meant.

"No you don't, you need to see me. Get your ass up here." She spat and closed her window again, disappearing inside and he rolled his eyes with a sigh and flicked his cigarette away, heading upstairs to her room. It was a mess, and he hated seeing the cigarettes on the dresser, the needles on the nightstand, and the pills on the floor. She was barely sixteen. Her room should be filled with teenage magazines and a circle of her best friends talking about their "boyfriends". Not a mixture of both illegal and prescription drugs.

"Fuck, Chels, I thought I told you to stop doing this shit." He spat as he glanced around her room. "You've got lung cancer, you can't be smoking. And, not only that, but you have a weak heart. This shit will kill you at some point."

She just shrugged and patted a spot on the bed next to her and he sighed and took it. They talked for the next several hours, or, a better description would be that he smoked while she yelled at him. It was a good kind of yelling though. The kind he needed to hear. She told him he was an idiot, and running away wouldn't solve his problems, and that he loved Gracie, and if he didn't get back to her, she'd kick his ass. He listened as she ranted, and, Chelsea had a rare privilege that most others didn't because, when he listened to her speak, he actually listened.

Eventually though, the sun just started to peak over the horizon, and she ran out of things to yell about, so he just stood and hugged her before kissing the top of her head, thanking her, and leaving. She was right. He couldn't leave Gracie. He was an idiot to think he could.

So he made his way back home, smoking nothing but cigarettes for the first time in a long time, and when he finally got back, the only sound in the house was the blasting music still coming from their room. He walked upstairs and opened the door to find her sitting on the floor, back against the wall. He rolled his eyes and sighed, making his way over to her, grabbing her roughly by the hair and pulling her to her feet. He held her pinned against the wall with a hand around her throat. "It would have been easy for me to take off tonight, I hope you know that." He spat, holding her eyes. "I was going to. I was at Bryan's house, about to ask for a distant job that would get me the fuck away from you. There was nothing stopping me." He shook his head.

"But Chelsea talked me out of it and made me realize, I had to stay." He still didn't release his grip on her throat. "But I want you to know, if you ever fuck around behind my back again, I'll make you kill him, and then I'll kill you." He threatened. "Don't think I can't do it." He held her eyes, making sure she knew he was serious. "You belong to me Gracie." He sighed and finally released his grip on her throat, taking a step back. "Which is why I didn't leave. I love you baby, and I'm not going to apologize for fighting with you, you don't deserve it, but now I know I don't deserve and apology from you for fucking that guy, because I don't deserve it either. I shouldn't have left you alone. I won't do it again, but that just means, next time you do this. No excuses. He's as good as dead."

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Gracie slid the needle into to her arm and there was a side of her that hoped and prayed that the drug was laced with something deadly or she’d take too much and just wouldn’t wake up. Because as much as they loved each other, they’d be better off without each other and she knew that she could never leave him unless it was in a coffin and she was being buried six feet under and that was the cold reality of it. She was addicted to hurting him and being hurt by him, it just proved how much they really loved each other.

The drugs filled her system and she moaned closing her eyes and tossing the needle aside and she lend her head against the wall, closing her eyes. She’d lost track of the time when she was with him and she felt like they’d been together for years, when in reality it only been a few months. She was honestly surprised her father hunted her down or filled out a missing persons case for her, then again when her mother had kidnapped her, he’d started a new family without her. The sun started peeking through the broken blinds landing on her bruised legs and she glanced around the bedroom it looked even worse in the light.

She heard their door open and then close, but she didn’t bother to look and see who it was, because she’d already convinced herself that Matt was long gone. He grabbed her by her hair, pissing her off almost instantly, but she didn’t have time to react as he pinned her against the wall and held her there with his hand wrapped around her throat. She’d be lying if she said he didn’t scare the shit out of her, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he scared her, she’d learned to pretend she wasn’t scared of him at all and she was pretty damn good at it.

"It would have been easy for me to take off tonight, I hope you know that. I was going to. I was at Bryan's house, about to ask for a distant job that would get me the fuck away from you. There was nothing stopping me." he spat as his eyes burned into hers and her jaw clenched because it was all she could do not to cry, because the honesty in his voice killed her to know he could actually leave her.

"But Chelsea talked me out of it and made me realize, I had to stay. But I want you to know, if you ever fuck around behind my back again, I'll make you kill him, and then I'll kill you." He threated and she flicked her eyes away from his.

She really had no doubt in her mind that if she pushed him far enough he’d actually kill her. He wouldn’t mean to, but she knew better than anyone how to piss Matt off. She’d since become incredibly good at getting inside his head, even when he thought he’d learned her trick she’d switched her game up on him.

"Don't think I can't do it. You belong to me Gracie." he sighed finally releasing her, but she didn’t move she kept her eyes on him. "Which is why I didn't leave. I love you baby, and I'm not going to apologize for fighting with you, you don't deserve it, but now I know I don't deserve and apology from you for fucking that guy, because I don't deserve it either. I shouldn't have left you alone. I won't do it again, but that just means, next time you do this. No excuses. He's as good as dead."

She needed to keep her mouth shut and just apologize to him and beg him to fuck her, so that they could make up. She was begging herself to do just that and had she not just shot up, she’d have been able to do that, but he’d pissed her off first by pulling her up by her hair and shoving her against the wall and they threatening her, She took a threatening step forward, shoving him harshly.

“I hate you.” She breathed glaring up at him. “I fucking hate you!” She screamed. “I love you baby.” She mocked his words. “Please, save it for someone who gives a shit Matty.” She smirked wickedly. “I wish you would have left, then maybe I could go back to fucking Danny, at least he knows what he’s doing.” She shrugged, making her way to the bathroom and she knew her words were as good as pulling the trigger on a gun and she almost regretted saying them as she as she had, because she was too exhausted to fight with him, but she wanted to feel something.



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Tyler was in absolutely no mood to argue. He just wanted to fuck and go to sleep, somehow though he knew it wouldn’t be that easy it was hardly ever that easy. She shoved him aw and rolled back over, causing his jaw to clench as he watched her waiting for her to piss him off, so they could fight, because he feed of their fights and their pain.

"Fuck off Tyler." she said grabbing pills and popping them "I'm not here just to satisfy your needs whenever you're feeling a little horny. I'm sleeping. Either go to bed or find someone else to fuck." he rolled his eyes grabbing her roughly and forcing her on to her back as he climbed over her, pinning her hands above her head roughly, grabbing her jaw so tightly if he squeezed any tighter he was liable to break her jaw.

“You wanna try that again baby girl?” his words were pure venom. “Because I don’t think you get it. If I wanna fuck we fuck.” He spat harshly leaning in closely and kissing her hard, as much as he tried to make the kiss empty and cold it was no use, even when he couldn’t stand her there kiss still set him on fire. He stood up grabbing her arm and pulling her up out of bed shoving her against the wall at a violent enough force to knock the air from her. “You wanna be a little bitch, fine.” He spat. “I will go find someone else to fuck.”

He smirked holding her eyes, his lips came down on her neck and he moved along it slowly while his other hand rubbed the inside of her thigh, knowing once he started foreplay, she wouldn’t be able to turn him down. He was forceful and arrogant when he was high. His hand moved up her leg and pressed his lips against hers kissing her hard, always reminding her with his lips that she belonged to him and only him. He broke their kiss only to slip off his shirt and toss it aside before he kissed her again. Eventually he released her.

“Bunny seemed pretty hot a few minutes ago in the kitchen.” He shrugged. “She doesn’t fight me.” He smirked as he headed towards the door, fully intent on ending up in bed with Bunny.




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He didn't even bother responding, just grabbed her roughly and rolling her again, forcing her onto her back before climbing over her. She smirked, about to shove him off when he caught her wrists in his grip and pinned them above her head painfully, making her grin wickedly, loving the pain. He grabbed her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him and she knew if he squeezed just a little more, he'd break her bones.

“You wanna try that again baby girl?” He hissed venomously. “Because I don’t think you get it. If I wanna fuck we fuck.” He spat harshly, lips centimeters from hers before he kissed her hard. She hated him, but it didn't matter, the kiss still made her heart race and her body light on fire, wanting him despite the way he was treating her.

He stood then and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the bed and throwing her roughly against the wall. She hit it hard enough that it knocked the wind right out of her and she knew she'd have bruises when they were done. She wanted to dodge him but she couldn't, she couldn't even breathe, let alone move, so she just stood there as he boxed her in with his body, so close to hers it was impossible not to feel the heat between them. “You wanna be a little bitch, fine. I will go find someone else to fuck.” He spat at her and she hated herself for wincing because he knew that would get her. She couldn't stand the thought of him in bed with someone else.

He held her eyes with an arrogant smirk, like he knew he had her, and it just pissed her off, but there was nothing she could do, she knew that. She wanted to fight him because he was being an ass, but she knew if she did, he'd end up in bed with Bunny, and that was the only thing she couldn't stand. She'd drive herself crazy laying there in their bed alone, knowing he was a couple rooms down, fucking Bunny.

His lips came down on her neck and her whole body tensed, because the feel of his kiss was always incredible, no matter how pissed at him she was, but she didn't want to melt. She didn't want to fold for him just because he'd kissed her so every muscle in her body tightened to keep herself from moaning and relaxing into it as he kissed along her neck slowly. His hand came down then, and rubbed the inside of her thigh, making her close her eyes and bite her lip hard, unable to push him away at that point because he was driving her nuts.

His hand moved up her leg and she moaned, despite herself when he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her hard. She kissed him back just as hard, letting him know how pissed at him she was, but unable to push him off. He kissed her like he always did, telling her with his lips that she was his property and his alone, and this time, he was telling her he could have her if he wanted her. His lips only left hers so he could pull his shirt off before they were back and she kissed him even harder, unable to stop herself, hating herself for letting him win.

Eventually, he pulled away, releasing her completely and she looked at him, confused. They both knew he had her at that point, he'd gotten what he wanted, so why he'd stopped made no sense to her. “Bunny seemed pretty hot a few minutes ago in the kitchen.” He shrugged and she winced and looked away. “She doesn't fight me.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes. She knew what he was doing. She'd pushed him off so now he wanted her to beg him to stay and fuck her, and if he didn't, he'd just go fuck Bunny.

"Wait." Kylie sighed and ran over to him, pressing her back against the door, blocking his way. "Don't go." She breathed, holding his eyes. "Baby, please don't go." She said, hoping he'd just stay and he wouldn't make her beg him, because she knew she'd do it. They both did. She'd do anything he said to keep him out of bed with Bunny, and he was high, meaning he was going to be a huge ass about it.




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Matt could tell she'd taken something, because there was an angry fire in her eyes that told him she was pissed, and he could practically see her struggling to control herself. Eventually though, she lost the fight to just let it go and he sighed, knowing things were about to get pretty bad between them. She took a step forward, shoving him, causing him to take a step back and he rolled his eyes because she was being stupid. He was fully willing to drop the fact that she'd fucked his friend behind his back, and that was incredibly rare for him, but she was going to go and fuck it all up by getting angry and pissing him off.

“I hate you.” She breathed glaring up at him and he knew she was telling the truth because he hated her too. But he refused to look phased, despite the fact that it hurt. “I fucking hate you!” She screamed and he rolled his eyes, hating every time she said that. He loved her so much it hurt, and he hated himself for constantly hurting her, but he couldn't help himself. It was what he did to the people he loved. He hurt them and made them hate him, and then it pissed him off that they hated him so much, and he hurt them more.

“I love you baby.” She mocked. “Please, save it for someone who gives a shit Matty. I wish you would have left, then maybe I could go back to fucking Danny, at least he knows what he’s doing.” She shrugged, and he rolled his eyes, watching her head into the bathroom. He tried to drop it, but he couldn't. Chelsea's words only went so far. He'd been willing to let it go, but she'd just opened the box right back up, and he sighed and followed her.

He grabbed her roughly, spinning her towards and slapping her hard across the face in one fluid movement. "No you don't." He said, pulling her close, grip so tight on her arm he was afraid he'd break her bones. "Don't be fucking stupid Gracie. We both know you're terrified of me leaving you." He smirked at her. "I do love you, and I know for a fact you love me or you wouldn't still be standing here." He raised a brow and backed her up against the bathroom sink hard, so that her back was pressing painfully against it.

"If you're stupid enough to fuck him again, fine, go ahead." He smirked, lips centimeters from hers. "But I swear to god, I won't just kill him. I'll make you do it, and you can trust me when I say he'll suffer. It won't be quick and easy." He laughed darkly and grabbed her legs, lifting her swiftly up onto the counter and wrapping an arm tightly around her waist, one hand rubbing her thigh.

"Now stop being a bitch." He spat at her before pressing his lips hard against hers, lifting the hand that was wrapped around her waist and fisting it tightly in her hair, so tightly he knew it'd hurt, but not really caring. All that mattered was that she couldn't get away and he knew she'd give in eventually so he kissed her harder.

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He grabbed her roughly and just like clockwork she knew what was coming next and she had only a second to collect herself and prepare herself for it. He slapped her across the face, she held his eyes as he pulled her close, he was holding her so tightly that if she tried and moved he’d break something, the pain was brilliant though, she’d wanted to feel what the drugs had numbed hand he’d helped with that.

"No you don't. Don't be fucking stupid Gracie. We both know you're terrified of me leaving you."[/b] he smirked and she couldn’t help but smirk back. "I do love you, and I know for a fact you love me or you wouldn't still be standing here." he said backing into the sink, pinning her there painfully tight, making her moan. "If you're stupid enough to fuck him again, fine, go ahead. I swear to god, I won't just kill him. I'll make you do it, and you can trust me when I say he'll suffer. It won't be quick and easy." his lips were centimeters from her and his laugh made her shiver, despite how hard she’d tried to fight it, he scared her, because his threats weren’t empty anyone who knew him knew that.

He grabbed her legs then roughly, effortlessly lifting her onto the counter. He wrapped an arm around her waist tightly, while his free hand rubbed the inside of her thigh roughly and she couldn’t help but moan. He had her completely and she hated him for that. She wanted to be pissed off at him, yet she couldn’t when he was touching her the way he was. He was the only guy on the face of this planet who could calm her down and turn her from a complete bitch into an incredible lover. It was the one thing that insured she’d never leave him, because she knew no guy in their right mind was talented enough to control her like he could.

"Now stop being a bitch." he spat pressing his lips against hers and her whole body was on fire, she wanted so badly it was killing her. He fisted a hand in her hair making it impossible for her to pull away, not that she could even if she wanted too.

She slipped her hand underneath his shirt running her fingertips underneath his shirt slowly, knowing it would drive him crazy. She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue past his lips and the anger in her kiss had faded to desperation. She had how desperate she was for him and that if he really wanted to, he could make her do anything he wanted with nothing more than threatening her that he was leaving her. Her fingertips ran along his chest until they reached his waistline and she drew soft spirals along her waistline before undoing the button on his jeans. Her lips left his only to slowly move her lips along his jawline.

She paused at his ear, fighting back tears, because his slap in the face and his threats had sobered her up just enough to push past the drugs. “I’m sorry Matty.” She whispered as if there were a million people in the room but she only wanted him to hear her. She was apologizing for more than sleeping with his friend, she was apologizing for continuously going back to Bryan behind his back, and for telling him that she hated him because she knew it hurt him when she said it. Of course, he’d be able to tell she was apologizing for more then what their fight had been over, he just wouldn’t know what else.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck and letting the music. She felt like every time she wrapped her arms around him could be her last, because if he didn’t wind up leaving her one day his job would kill him or worse they’d kill each other.

“I was stupid and high.” She breathed against his skin. “And I just missed you so fucking much, I couldn’t stand to be alone.” She said honestly. “You can’t fucking leave me, I go crazy when you not around.” She said softly hating how whiny and needy she sounded.

She hated the fact that she wasn’t even really sorry and that she was apologizing because she was just getting back inside his head, getting him back on her side. She hated herself, because he’d been the only real stable thing aside from Kylie that she’d ever had and she didn’t know how to do anything but fuck him over. She knew however if he caught on to what she was doing it would only piss him off



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He knew even before he’d turned around to walk away that he’d gotten to her. He knew because he knew Kylie practically better then he knew himself. She moved around him quickly leaning her back up against the door so that he couldn’t get out, though if he really wanted to he’d just move her aside. The truth was he didn’t want to go to bed with Bunny, he’d never wanted that. His problem was that at first he’d thought by fucking Bunny and blackmailing Kylie with it, he was proving to her how worthless he really was and hoped maybe one day she’d just up and leave him and go make a damn good life for herself, but he knew that would never happen. Still he went to bed with Bunny occasionally because now it was just a bad habit that he couldn’t bring himself to break, no matter how much it broke Kylie’s heart.

"Wait. Don't go." She breathed and he rolled his eyes, seeming bored with her attempt to stop him. "Baby, please don't go." she said and he smirked raising a brow, before shaking his head and running his fingers through his hair.

“God damn it Kylie move.” He spat, before taking a step forward and grabbing her wrist roughly pulling her into his arms, before kissing her and spinning them so his back was against the door, before pushing her away. “It’s too late, I’m horny and my drugs are wearing off and when they do I’m going to want to sleep.” He shrugged. “Think of it this way, you’ll get your beauty sleep and you won’t have to bother with my fucking needs.” He spat harshly slipping out of the room already knowing she would follow.

It would only be a matter of time before the entire house was awake because if Kylie and Tyler didn’t get into it he knew Bunny and Kylie were bound to get into it and he was high enough at the moment he’d be entertained and cheer them on as they fought it out. He heard a door open behind them and he knew it had to be either his little brother, Bunny, or Kylie. He didn’t bother to turn around to see who it was he simply smirked as he made his way down stairs, taking the steps two at a time.



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Kylie hoped like hell he would just take her to bed and drop it. She was too tired to fight any longer, and she really didn't want to have to beg him, but she could tell, just by the way he smirked and raised a brow that it was going to be either one or the other. Either he was going to say something that would piss her off and she wouldn't be able to resist fighting him or he would make her beg him to stay.

“God damn it Kylie move.” He spat, but she didn't, not until he grabbed her wrist hard and pulled her into his arms. She didn't fight back, she knew that was pointless. If she wanted him to drop the fight and stay with her, she had to do what he said, so she just kissed him back when he kissed her hard, leaning into him a little more than she meant to because she couldn't help it. His lips were so intoxicating.

He spun them around, so that he was between the door and her, and she knew what was coming even before he shoved her away. He was still leaving. “It’s too late, I’m horny and my drugs are wearing off and when they do I’m going to want to sleep.” He shrugged. “Think of it this way, you’ll get your beauty sleep and you won’t have to bother with my fucking needs.” He spat before slipping out of the room and she sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Fuck." She breathed to herself. She was going to follow him, but she knew where it would lead. They'd fight, so she had to prepare and make sure she couldn't feel it when he hurt her. She knew if she took something, she'd become impossible and it would only make their fighting worse. She'd go quickly from trying to avoid a fight, to trying to start one, but she had to. If picking a fight with him was the only way to keep him from running off and fucking someone else, she was going to do it.

So she quickly went to the nightstand and dumped a bag of coke onto it, snorting a few lines before wiping the blood from her nose and heading out the door after him, slamming it behind her a little harder than she meant to, not caring if she woke anyone up. If they weren't already awake, they would be soon. No one could sleep when her and Tyler got into it.

She caught a glimpse of him heading down the stairs and followed quickly, finally reaching him at the bottom and grabbing his arm, spinning him to face her. "What the fuck is wrong with you Tyler?!" She screamed, letting herself get angry. "You take off without telling me shit, all fucking night, I don't know if you're dead, alive, murdering someone, fucking someone, or even fucking coming back, and then you come home and expect me to fall all over you?!" She rolled her eyes and took a threatening step towards him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" She spat. "I'm a person Tyler, not your loyal dog with undying faith in you who sits at the door all day waiting for you to get home. You don't get to treat me like that and then just walk away and fuck someone else!" She was screaming at that point, and she heard footsteps on the stairs. It was either Marshall, coming to mediate and make sure no one got murdered, or Bunny, seeing an opportunity to make things worse, but she didn't care and she didn't bother to look. She just kept her eyes burning on his, waiting for whatever he was going to do, knowing that, whether he decided to get physical and slap her around, he stabbed her in the heart and said awful things to her, or both, it would hurt. But that was the point of the drugs. They'd keep her from feeling it. At least until later, when she'd sobered up again.




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Gracie slipped a hand under his shirt and ran her fingertips slowly across his skin as he kissed her, making him grip her even tighter as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, making it clear she'd given in, and he was glad. He really didn't want to hurt her. He hated hurting her. She kissed him desperately, making it obvious that he'd hurt her when he said he could leave her if he really wanted to, and he hated himself for that, so he kissed her back, wanting to reassure her that he wouldn't. Her fingertips drew small circles along his waistline, undoing his jeans, and her lips started to slowly trace his jaw, making him groan, wanting her badly.

Her kissed paused at his ear. “I’m sorry Matty.” She whispered like she was telling him a secret and he tensed, hating hearing the words. He knew an apology for her was rare, but he didn't want her to say sorry. She didn't owe it to him. Even if it pissed him off that she'd slept around behind his back, he knew it was his fault for leaving her alone without even making sure she knew he'd come back. He didn't deserve her apologies any more than he deserved her love.

Gracie's arms wrapped around his neck and she buried her face in his neck, making him sigh, slipping his hand from her hair and down her spine, wrapping it around her waist again and holding her close. He loved her so much sometimes, it hurt and he hated that he always wasted heir time together by fighting and hurting her. Sometimes he doubted if she even knew how much he really loved her. He doubted she knew that, without her, he probably wouldn't survive. He wasn't sure how he ever had before her.

“I was stupid and high.” She breathed against his skin and he nodded, rubbing her back. “And I just missed you so fucking much, I couldn’t stand to be alone.” She continued. “You can’t fucking leave me, I go crazy when you not around.” She said softly, making Matt sigh.

He never really knew when she was being sincere. She played games with him so much, it made him defensive against her, but it hurt more than anything when she did what she could possibly be doing right then. She could get in his head and twist his emotions and it was awful because he didn't want to doubt her. He wanted to believe that she was really sorry. He wanted so badly for moments like the one they were having to be real, because, if they could just be honest with each other every once in a while, it made all the other shit that much more bearable. But, if even the honest moments were a lie though, it became impossibly painful to hear her even so much as say she loved him, because he was never sure when she was playing him.

He wanted to get mad. He wanted to tell her to shut up and shove her away, but he knew if he did, she'd only play the victim and he'd feel even worse. "Fuck, Gracie." He breathed, holding her as he kissed her neck softly, knowing he was going to pay later if it turned out she was just fucking with him, but not caring. "Don't apologize to me, I don't deserve it." He whispered and kissed her lips. "Just don't do it again." He breathed against her lips, lifting her off the counter and taking a step away from it, but still keeping his arms around her. "I won't leave you again, I promise. You're my world." He sighed as he lifted a hand to her face, rubbing his thumb across her lips, searching her eyes for some sign that she was messing with him, hoping he wouldn't find any, because he was really sick of her head games.

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She had to hand it to Matt, he was a million times smarter than any other guy she’d ever been with. She could tell he was debating on whether or not she was being real with him, which was very rare for her. Sure, Matt had torn down a lot of what she’d built up over the years that much was obvious, from the simple fact that she was still with him, but truthfully as much as she whole-heartedly loved him, he hadn’t reached her heart yet and so she still felt the need to hurt him to protect herself. It was how she’d always been and probably how she’d always be, she had her heart so guarded. She was scared one day Matt would realize just how broken she was and he’d give up the fight and that was probably what scared her the most.

"Fuck, Gracie." he breathed as he kissed along her neck and she sighed, feeling shitty that he was actually giving her the benefit of the doubt. "Don't apologize to me, I don't deserve it. Just don't do it again." he whispered against her lips, kissing her and she kissed him back, before he lifted her off the counter and took a step away back, though still keeping his arms around her. "I won't leave you again, I promise. You're my world." he sighed and she could tell just by the way he’d sighed she was killing him with her head games but she couldn’t help it.

He lifted his hand to her face and she melted to his touch, if he hadn’t of been holding her with his other arm she may have collapsed, because he had touched her like that practically since they’d fucked the first time and his touch was practically begging her to be sincere with him as he ran his thumb across her lip causing her to shiver and she forced herself to hold his eyes. She choked back tears, struggling between being the drug addicted bitch she had turned into and the sober version of herself that Matt was in love with. She desperately wanted them to be a normal couple, but somehow she knew it was the fighting, the pain, and the heartache that kept them going strong. If it was normal they’d both get bored.

“Damn it, Matt.” She breathed finally looking away, because she couldn’t stand lying to him with her eyes. “Don’t pretend this is okay.” She whispered. “I fucked some other guy, how is that your fault.” She bit her lip to keep from crying. For once she wanted him to be mad at her and not take the blame, when he was somewhat sober like he was now, he always seemed to roll over and let her get away with whatever she’d done. She flicked her eyes back to his. “I’m not sorry and you know that.” She said honestly, she wasn’t trying to fight with him, even though she was sure it would start a fight, she just didn’t understand how he could look past all the shit she did to him.

She slipped out of his arms. “I gotta go.” She said. “I can’t do this.” She shook her head. She was more pissed off at herself for playing games with Matt like she was. She slipped past him into the bedroom, quickly getting dressed. She doubted he’d let her leave, he’d beat the shit out of her before he’d let her leave, sober or not. She was always trying to run from their problems when things got too hard for her to handle, however she never managed to get out of their bedroom.



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Tyler was irritated, he pulled out some pills from his pocket and popped them. The pills he’d taken were meant to do the same thing as cocaine and when Tyler took them they fucked him up beyond recognition. It was what he normally took before doing a job. He’d decided as he slipped out of his bedroom he’d wouldn’t fuck Bunny, he’d simply leave and go gamble a few hundred dollars to cool off before coming home sober and talking things out with Kylie. However he wasn’t banking on Kylie getting high, he was banking on her just begging him to come back to bed.

Only the second she grabbed him and spun him to face her, he saw it in her eyes that she’d taken too much of something and with the drugs he’d just taken it was going to be brutal. His jaw clenched as he struggled to control his growing temper.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Tyler?!" She screamed and his fists clenched tightly. "You take off without telling me shit, all fucking night, I don't know if you're dead, alive, murdering someone, fucking someone, or even fucking coming back, and then you come home and expect me to fall all over you?!" she took a threatening step towards him and he watched her, his eyes dark. "Who the fuck do you think you are? I'm a person Tyler, not your loyal dog with undying faith in you who sits at the door all day waiting for you to get home. You don't get to treat me like that and then just walk away and fuck someone else!" she screamed and he’d had it, that was just about all he could take.

He lunged forward at her wrapping his hand tightly around her throat and spun her, slamming her forcefully into the wall. His grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her oxygen. There was no getting away from him now. He lend in holding her eyes and the look in his eyes had turned from dangerous to murderous.

“Oh, Baby doll there’s a lot wrong with me. More than your little brain could comprehend.” He hissed. “You want to disrespect me in my house, you’re going to pay for it.” He spat. He didn’t have to look to know who’d followed them down the stairs. “Unless you want a bullet in your head I suggest you go back to bed Marshall.” Tyler said with a wicked smirk keeping his eyes on Kylie.

He tightened his grip around her neck even tighter, before releasing his grip and letting her fall to the floor. He didn’t give her much time to react as he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled her back to her feet, dragging her behind him into the kitchen, he tossed her like a rag doll into the wall. He took his time, stopping to light a cigarette, like he knew she was already too weak to fight back. Tyler didn’t have to do much to weaken someone, his words alone could do that.

“Ty! You’re going to kill her! Cut your shit out!” Marshall yelled trying to stop Tyler as he leisurely searched the kitchen drawers. Tyler was terrifying when he was trying to hurt someone, it was like he got a sick pleasure out of scaring the shit out of people. He didn’t answer his brother right away.

He pulled a butcher knife out from one of the drawers turning to Kylie then raising a brow with a smirk on his lips, he pressed the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. “That’s the idea Marsh.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on Kylie. “You wanna run? Nows your chance” he raised a brow like it was simply a game to him, but even if she tried to run it would only piss him off and he might really drive the knife through her.



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Kylie wasn't the least bit surprised when he lunged at her, she'd figured he was going to hurt her. He wrapped a hand around her throat tightly, cutting off her air and slammed her hard into the wall. It was the second time just that night that he'd thrown her into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of her and she knew it was a miracle her head hadn't hit the wall and knocked her out. Not only had the breath been knocked from her lungs by the force, but Tyler's grip around her throat tightened dangerously, sealing off her oxygen. She grabbed at his hands and gasped for breath, hating that he was seeing her struggling, but she couldn't help it. Her lungs were on fire and she needed to breathe.

“Oh, Baby doll there’s a lot wrong with me. More than your little brain could comprehend.” He hissed and she started to feel a little lightheaded. “You want to disrespect me in my house, you’re going to pay for it.” He spat. Spots started to cloud her vision, but as she glanced behind him, she spotted Marshall heading down the stairs and silently, she thanked god it wasn't Bunny. She had enough on her hands with Tyler. She didn't need a fight with Bunny too. “Unless you want a bullet in your head I suggest you go back to bed Marshall.” Tyler said and Kylie turned her attention back to him, forcing herself not to pass out. She could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn't done with her. He wouldn't choke her to death right there.

His grip tightened around her neck though and she winced, her entire chest was on fire at that point and she'd stopped fighting him because it was a waste of energy so her hands were just holding his weakly as he choked her. Finally, he released her and she hadn't even realized her knees had been weak until she fell to the floor, coughing and gasping. It felt like she was burning from the inside out, like someone had lit a match and dropped it down her throat.

Before she'd even had time to recover, he'd wrapped her hair tightly around his fist and yanked her to her feet, dragging her to the kitchen. He threw her easily against the wall again and she hit it hard, hands in front of her to take the force of the blow this time, knowing if she hadn't have caught herself, she'd have been knocked out cold. She turned to face him, leaning on the wall, unable to do anything but stand there and watch him as he lit a cigarette and casually rifled through the kitchen drawer because she was still trying to get her breath and her strength back. She was still pissed and riled up, but, at the moment, she couldn't even talk, let alone fight him.

“Ty! You’re going to kill her! Cut your shit out!” Marshall yelled, but it didn't do any use, Tyler just kept pulling open drawers, looking for something.

Eventually, he found what he was looking for, pulling out a huge knife, and it was hard not to be afraid of him. He killed people every day. She had no doubt in her mind he could kill her. He might feel like shit later, but he certainly wouldn't while he was doing it. He was too high to feel remorse. She watched him as he turned to her and raised an eyebrow as he took a drag off his cigarette. “That’s the idea Marsh.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on her, and she refused to look away and show him she was scared. She just held his eyes right back, searching them.

Sometimes he liked to toss her around and beat her up just to scare her into obedience and he never really had the intention of killing her, other times, she could clearly see she'd pushed him too far and, if she didn't stop, she'd end up dead. It was a dangerous guessing game, trying to figure out when he was just taunting her and when he actually wanted her dead, but she'd been winning it so far. After all, she was still alive.

“You wanna run? Now's your chance.” He raised an eyebrow and she raised hers back. She knew the question was like a double edged blade. If she stayed and fought him, it'd piss him off that she wasn't afraid, but if she ran, it'd piss him off that she was being defiant. She might be able to calm him down if she started crying and begging and saying she was sorry, but she was too high for that shit. She wasn't going to roll over.

"Fuck you Tyler!" She screamed, but it came out hoarse and it hurt so bad she started coughing all over again. She wasn't sure she could say much else, her throat was burning so badly after that, but she swallowed down her coughs and did anyway. "I'm not your stupid whore!" She tried to yell through the fire in her lungs. "You can't just slap me around every time I refuse to fuck you or say something you don't like." She rolled her eyes and glanced at the knife in his hands before back to him. "You've got Bunny for that shit babe, not me." She shrugged. "So have fun being the waste of space, drug addict, and murderer you are with your stupid, obedient whore. I'm fucking done with it." She smirked simply.

She finally had enough strength to move so, before he had the chance to do anything else, she ran. He would chase her, she knew that, but she might be able to get to the bathroom on time to lock herself in long enough for Marshall to calm him down before he broke down the door. He could just be trying to scare her, but she wasn't taking the chance that her words had pushed him far enough to run the knife through her.




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Matt didn't miss the fact that she'd melted at his touch and he held her eyes, supporting her, watching the war he could see raging behind her eyes, knowing she was fighting herself. One part of her was trying to stay closed off and cold hearted and the other part wanted to give in to him and he wanted so badly for her to just give in for once, that it hurt.

“Damn it, Matt.” She breathed and looked away, making him sigh deeply, knowing then and there that the moment wasn't sincere because she couldn't look at him. She was playing him and it pissed him off, but it also felt like she'd stuck a knife in his lungs and was just standing there laughing. “Don’t pretend this is okay.” She whispered. “I fucked some other guy, how is that your fault?" She bit her lip and he could tell she was on the verge of tears. She was practically asking him to be pissed at her. And he hated her for that. He hated that she couldn't just accept his forgiveness. She'd prefer fighting to making love and it was driving him fucking nuts.

“I’m not sorry and you know that.” She said honestly, and he sighed, because he was right. He knew she didn't give a shit that she'd slept with someone else. She'd probably done it knowing she'd get caught and he'd get pissed.

She slipped out of his arms and he let her go. His patience and willingness to let it go were wearing thin. "I gotta go.” She said. “I can’t do this.” She shook her head. Matt just followed her calmly back into the bedroom, leaning in the bathroom doorway as she frantically got dressed, fighting with himself. He should just let her go. It was better for her. She'd move on, maybe she'd even go back home, have an actual life.

But he couldn't. He knew if he let her go, she'd find someone new and the thought of her being with some other man was agonizing. Not just because she was his and he wanted her to himself, but because he knew, whoever she ended up with would never feel about her the way he did and it drove him nuts to think that someone who didn't really love her would be touching her. He hurt her all the fucking time, but he loved her so much it made him absolutely crazy. He couldn't just watch her walk away.

So, before she managed to get out the door, he reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back towards him and kissing her hard on the lips, fisting his hand in her hair to hold her there. "You're not going anywhere." He spat, backing her up against the wall, kissing her harder. "You're not running just because things are hard Gracie." He breathed against her lips. "I need you, I'll fucking die without you and I know you need me." He smirked as he pulled away and held her eyes, making it clear in his gaze that he'd kill her before he ever let her walk out on him. "Anyone else would bore you to tears sweetheart, admit it." He said, holding her eyes with a wicked smirk.

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He wasn’t going to let her go, she knew that as she was putting her close on and she didn’t want him to let her go. The day he let her walk away would be the day he died inside. It was a never ending game of cat and mouse. They were both incredibly good at fucking with each other and that was why Gracie loved their relationship so much, because he knew she was fucking mental, but he was just as crazy.

He grabbed her arm spinning her back towards him. He kissed her hard and she moaned into it despite herself. She had to get away from him, even if I was just for an hour, she needed to clear her head, maybe get some sleep. However if she was with him they’d either fight of end up in bed or both and she’d never be able to clear her head. He fisted his hand in her hair, making it nearly impossible for her to leave.

"You're not going anywhere." he spat backing her against the wall, kissing her again and now her stubbornness and him telling her she wasn’t going to leave only meant she needed to prove him wrong. "You're not running just because things are hard Gracie. I need you, I'll fucking die without you and I know you need me." he breathed against her lips, before pulling away and holding her eyes making it perfectly clear that if she ever wanted to leave him, she’d have to be dead. "Anyone else would bore you to tears sweetheart, admit it."

Had she been sober or even coming off of a high, she’d have given into him. She’d have told him he was right and hopped into bed with him, but she’d shot up just before he’d gotten there and the drugs were well into her blood stream now and she was an impossible bitch when she was on drugs, he’s told her she wasn’t going to go anywhere which meant she was, because she was going to prove him wrong, even if it killed her. She shoved him away, only it wasn’t every effective, simply because he was much stronger than her and she felt weak from exhaustion and the fight they’d been in only a few hours ago before he’d left.

“Fuck you Matt.” She spat glaring at him. “Your right, Everyone else bores me to death and that’s why I’m still here.” She admitted. “But, I’m still leaving.” She smirked wickedly slipping out the door without hesitation. She made her way down the stairs Quickly passing Tyler on the way, though she was too worried about getting out of the house that she hardly noticed him.



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Kylie was just a stubborn and headstrong as him so he knew she was going to run just to get to him and piss him off and it would work. He hated her for that, because he knew eventually he’d snap and actually kill her and then he’d never forgive himself, but for the moment the only thing on his mind was making her pay for not wanting to fuck him and for disrespecting him.

"Fuck you Tyler! I'm not your stupid whore!" She screamed, making him smirk. "You can't just slap me around every time I refuse to fuck you or say something you don't like. You've got Bunny for that shit babe, not me. So have fun being the waste of space, drug addict, and murderer you are with your stupid, obedient whore. I'm fucking done with it." He clenched his jaw irritated, his grip tightening on the handle of the knife.

She moved quickly running past him and his eyes simply followed her, before he swiftly mad his ways after her grabbing her by her hair, he was sure he’d ripped some of her hair out, because he’d grabbed her so roughly that when he’d pulled back, the momentum was enough for him to take her all the way to the ground and in one swift motion he had her on her back and he was on top of her with the blade of the knife pressed against her throat. He was quicker than most people which made him the perfect assassin. He glared down at her his eyes dark holding her.

“You see I may be useless, but so are you.” He shrugged. “Your wrong babe, you are a whore. You sleep with me to get a fix, when you’re not high you roll over and take my shit, you got track marks from shooting up.” He laughed darkly. “If I didn’t know any better you look just like Bunny.” He said cruelly. “Your replaceable baby girl, your nothing special.” He said harshly, Tyler had a way of making even a complement sound like an insult, so when he was really insulting you it could break you down. He pressed the knife against her skin drawing blood. “It’d be easy.” He whispered.

He pulled the knife away from her throat and pressed his lips to hers hard, before standing up and walking back upstairs without a word, slipping into Bunny’s room because he know that was worse than him killing her or beating the shit out of her. He knew that it would drive her crazy. He didn’t lock the door though because he knew there fight wasn’t over and he was no longer pissed off now he was just enjoying the fight. He pulled Bunny off her bed and back her up into the wall pressing his lips to hers hard and she wasted no time kissing him back.



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She was fast, slipping past him and even leaping over the counter to try and put distance between them, but he was faster, and before she'd gotten very far, his hand grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her back, causing her to cry out in pain, despite herself. In another second, she was on her back and he'd climbed over her, knife against her throat. Silently, she wondered where Marshall was. Maybe he was standing in a corner watching, waiting until he really had to jump in, but, more likely, Tyler had scared him off and she didn't blame him. He looked absolutely terrifying. He held her down so she couldn't move and the blade was pressed against her throat firmly, making her smirk up at him

“You see I may be useless, but so are you.” He hissed and she knew by the darkness in his eyes that whatever he was about to say would really fucking hurt, but she was high so hopefully it'd only piss her off. “You're wrong babe, you are a whore. You sleep with me to get a fix, when you’re not high you roll over and take my shit, you got track marks from shooting up.” He laughed darkly and she hated herself for wincing. His words were worse than the knife against her throat, and the pain from them was enough to get through the drugs in her system. “If I didn’t know any better you look just like Bunny. You're replaceable baby girl, your nothing special.” He spat cruelly, bringing tears to her eyes that she had to swallow down.

The knife pressed harder into her skin and part of her hoped he'd do it. Part of her wanted all their fighting and their pain to finally be over, and she knew that'd never happen while they were alive. Neither of them were willing to give up the drugs and he wasn't willing to give up Bunny. He drew blood, he pressed so hard and she held his eyes, fighting back angry tears, wondering if he'd really do it this time. “It’d be easy.” He whispered and she smirked darkly, stretching her neck back, almost taunting him to do it.

Eventually though, he pulled the knife away and kissed her hard, and she hated that, even when she couldn't stand him, he still set her whole body on fire. For the second time that night though, he pulled away without a word and left her hanging, heading upstairs and she knew exactly where he was going.

Kylie stood, running her fingers through her hair with an angry scream, debating following him. She was pissed, so she knew following him would only lead to more fighting, but if she didn't, she'd drive herself nuts laying in their room, able to hear him fucking Bunny through the walls. Just the thought of them in bed together lit a fire in her stomach that made her want to kill both of them.

Her eyes landed on the knife rack on the kitchen counter and she smirked, the drugs fueling her now as she grabbed two of them and moved after him quickly. She knew she should put the knives down. She could really kill someone and regret it later, but she couldn't help herself. There were tears running down her cheeks now, and he'd hurt her so badly with his words, telling her she was nothing but his drug whore, she wanted him to hurt too.

She took the stairs two at a time and pushed the door to Bunny's room open. Before either of them had even realized she was there, she hurled one of the knives. She wasn't a good shot. She didn't know what she was doing, she was wild with rage and throwing blindly. It was very likely the knife could have impaled and killed one of them, but instead, it sunk with a thunk into the wall literally right next to Bunny and Tyler's heads. The blade had grazed his cheek on the way and she could see blood dripping down the side of his face, making her smirk.

"You think you're the only one who can kill Tyler?!" She screamed at him and it was clear she'd completely lost it. "I'll fucking kill you, you bastard!" She yelled before flicking her eyes to Bunny. "And your stupid slut!" She hated that the mixture of pain and tears in her throat choked her up a little, and she had to pause to cough, leaning one hand against the door frame to support herself, the other holding the second knife out, incase he tried to take the opportunity to do anything.




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Matt was beyond frustrated with her as well as himself. He kept saying all the wrong things, pissing her off all over again, when he just wanted her to give the fuck in already. Why did he have to love someone so completely stubborn? If she'd fold, just a little, they could, at the very least, finally get the fuck to bed, because he knew they were both exhausted, but she wasn't even bending a bit.

“Fuck you Matt.” She spat and shoved him off. “You're right, Everyone else bores me to death and that’s why I’m still here. But, I’m still leaving.” She smirked wickedly and he watched her slip out the door.

Matt groaned and rolled his eyes, sitting on the end of their bed for a second, dropping his face into his hands. He should just let her go. Maybe, once she'd sobered up, she'd cool down enough to be reasonable and come back to him.

But the chance that she wouldn't was too high. He couldn't let her wall away not knowing if she'd come back, so he sighed and stood. He glanced at the nightstand, debating taking something, but he knew if he did, when he followed her, it'd be uglier than it had to be so, for the first time in a long time, in ignored his itch to reach for something and slipped out the door after her.

On his way down the stairs, he passed Kylie, running up them with a knife in each hand, making it clear her and Tyler were fighting, and he thought about stopping her before she did something she'd regret, but decided against it. Him and Gracie had their own shit to deal with and he didn't have time to stop and fight with Kylie too. Honestly, one girl constantly screaming at him was enough. He wasn't sure how Tyler handled two.

Just before she slipped out the door, Matt was able to grab Gracie above the elbow, turning her to face him again, though less rough and forceful this time. He wasn't going to force her. He was just going to ask her to stay and hope it worked, and if it didn't, he'd be fucked. Because he was too tired to fight with her any longer. "Grace." He breathed, holding her eyes. "I know you're mad, but please, don't go." He sighed and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. "I don't want to fight with you anymore, please, I just want you to stay." He whispered, holding her eyes, knowing that if she shot him down this time, he'd either give up and let her go, or go completely ballistic and drag her upstairs by her hair.

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Gracie wasn’t stupid she was well aware that Matt wasn’t going to let her go that easy, but there was a small part of her the wished he would. Mostly because she didn’t want to be the one to walk away, but Grace was stubborn enough that she’d do I just to prove to him that she could. The truth of it was the fight was the excuse she needed to leave and go to Bryan without Matt knowing, she felt like shit every time she was with Bryan, she was no better than a prostitute and she knew that, but she couldn’t help it. Matt grabbed her arm only it was gentler this time and she could tell he was tired of fighting her.

"Grace. I know you're mad, but please, don't go." he breathed pulling her close and wrapping an arm around her waist as he held her eyes. "I don't want to fight with you anymore, please, I just want you to stay." he whispered, practically begging her to drop their fight so they could go upstairs and go to sleep.

She could see it in his eyes, what she’d done to him. That same determination to be with her when they’d meet had faded, she was wearing him thin. It was who she was, even her own father had told her he couldn’t handle her undermining, vindictive shit that she put everyone through. She was surprised Kylie was still around, so it was honestly a miracle that even after everything she’d done to him. All the lies she’d told him, he was still trying to fight for her, it amazed her really and scared her.

She pressed her lips to his gently as if she was giving into him and she was going to stop fighting him. “I love you Matty and I’m sorry.” She whispered against his lips. “But, I can’t be here right now.” She breathed pulling away from him quickly because she wasn’t entirely sure how he’d react.

She grabbed her keys before slipping out the door and climbing into her car, despite the fact she was drunk and high and could kill someone or herself but she didn’t care. She started the engine and peeled out, before Matt could stop her. She was headed straight for Bryan’s, because she’d called him after Matt had left, needing more drugs and he was more than willing to give them to her for a price. The drive to Bryan’s was fairly long, he lived on the out skirts of Vegas in a huge house, it was beautiful really. Only as Gracie turned down his street, she spotted flashing lights of a police car behind her.

“Shit.” She breathed, putting out her joint quickly and pulling to the side of the road. There was no way she’d pass, just looking at her, you could tell she was strung out on something. “Fuck.” She bit her lips as the officer knocked on her window.

After a ridiculous interrogation, a Breathalyzer test, and then Gracie getting physical with the cop. He cuffed her and put her in the back of his car and an hour later she found herself sitting in t holding cell. With an array of other women, prostitutes, junkies, people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time and then her. She was beyond frustrated with herself and fighting with the cops hadn’t helped her situation.

“Don’t I get a fucking phone call!” She screamed, still high off whatever she’d injected into her veins, only she was starting to come down and she knew once she did she’d freak out.

“What happened Gigi?” Gracie heard a familiar voice behind her and that nickname, her jaw clenched. “You finally get tired of daddy?” Gracie fought back tears and the urge to turn around because she already knew who it was. Finally she turned around and sure enough, she was sitting there, looking exactly the same as the last time Gracie had seen her only trashier and older then she remembered.

“Mom?” Gracie breathed.



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Tyler’s hands roamed Bunny’s thin frame freely. She did nothing for him, she never had at least not like Kylie. Somehow though, he couldn’t seem to stop seeing Bunny to save his life and he wasn’t sure why. He didn’t love her, he loved Kylie. He’d narrowed it down to the simple fact that by keeping Bunny around, if Kylie ever left him he wouldn’t be alone. He knew it was wrong having a backup and constantly thinking Kylie would leave or she’d be taken away from him again, it made for a toxic relationship.

The door flew open then and he didn’t have to look to see who it was. He knew she’d be pissed, because not only was she high, but he’d blatantly told her he was going to sleep with Bunny. Normally she just caught them together. He felt something graze the side of his face and at first he couldn’t feel anything, then it started to sting and his eyes flicked to the knife out of the corner of his eye and he put everything together quickly and smirked wickedly.

"You think you're the only one who can kill Tyler?!" she screamed as he turned to face her though staying in front of Bunny. Kylie had lost it and he was the cause of it. "I'll fucking kill you, you bastard! And your stupid slut!" He could hear the pain in her voice and deep down he hated himself for it and he hated that he was just going to be an asshole to her.

He touched his face, where the knife had grazed it before moving his fingers to see the blood on his fingertips, before he grabbed the knife Kylie had thrown from the wall. His eyes flicked back to her only they were less arrogant and more serious then they usually were. He had a bad habit of playing head games with Kylie and knowing exactly what to do to get her to calm down only he wasn’t entirely sure it would work this time, because looking at her he could tell he’d really done it this time.

“Don’t fuck around Kylie. Don’t make empty threats.” He said closing the distance between the two of them. “You wanna kill me and her then don’t talk, do it.” He spat grabbing her arm roughly and turning the palm of her hand facing up as he placed the knife back in her hand.

Tyler had never been scared of dying, the idea of death to him seemed like the perfect escape from his shitty life and his constant guilt. He knew though, Kylie wouldn’t do it, the same way that he couldn’t kill her. He didn’t put it past her to kill Bunny, but he knew she wouldn’t kill him at least not purposely. He wrapped his hand around hers and placed the point of the knife over his chest.

“I don’t think I’m the only one who can kill Babe.” He breathed, shrugging as he forced her to dig the knife into his skin. “I know you could do it, anyone can do it.” He smirked. “It’s mind over matter really and it only gets easier after you’ve done it so many times.” He said almost talking her through it. Tyler was a sadistic ass hole, that much was obvious. He’d started to bleed as he gripped her hand tighter making sure she was the one that could feel the knife breaking skin, he was only guiding her hand. The knife went deeper into his skin and he winced, visibly making obvious he was in pain, but he refused to let her pull away.

“I wish you would, I already started it for you Ky. Just finish it.” He taunted her holding her eyes and keeping his grip on her hand around the handle of the knife tight refusing to let her pull away.