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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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Image| Markings |
"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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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.



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After she'd finished coughing, Kylie watched Tyler as he touched his fingers to the blood on his cheek and then looked at them, as calmly as if he was inspecting a paper cut. He was going to fuck with her. He didn't take her seriously and that pissed her off, because she took it seriously when he threatened to kill her. She could see it in his eyes, he didn't think she could do it and she really hoped he wouldn't pushed her because, at the moment, she was so angry and strung out, she was terrified of herself. Truth be told, she wasn't even totally sure a more sober version of her would be able to cope with killing Bunny. If she killed Tyler because he'd pushed her and she was high, she'd never forgive herself.

“Don’t fuck around Kylie. Don’t make empty threats.” He said and she stood a little straighter as he closed the distance between them. “You wanna kill me and her then don’t talk, do it.” He spat and she winced as he grabbed her arm and turned her hand up, slapping the knife into it. Throwing the knife and accidentally hitting them was one thing. Standing there and driving into him was another thing entirely, and, while her whole body, wired on the drugs, was screaming at her to do it, her head was spinning back and forth, telling her to stop before she let her stupid pride kill the person she loved the most.

His hand wrapped around hers on the knife and he lifted it, placing the point of it against his chest. “I don’t think I’m the only one who can kill Babe.” He breathed, as his hand over hers started to dig the knife into his own skin and she had to admit, she winced and recoiled a bit, but he was holding her too tightly. She couldn't pull away. “I know you could do it, anyone can do it. It’s mind over matter really and it only gets easier after you’ve done it so many times.” He said, like he was trying to talk her into it, and the part of her that was still whirling on the drugs wanted to do it. Just to prove she could. But the part of her that loved him was telling her to let herself lose the fight.

His hand tightened on hers, and tears were running down her cheeks again as she glanced behind him at Bunny, standing there shell shocked, before back at him as he pushed the knife deeper into his chest, wincing in pain, making her bring her other hand to her mouth. “I wish you would, I already started it for you Ky. Just finish it.” He taunted and held her eyes, grip firmly holding hers in place, and Kylie closed her eyes, hating that she was crying in front of him. She couldn't do it.

"Don't tempt me Tyler!" She finally screamed, grip tightening on the knife, like she was ready to push it the rest of the way into him, but she couldn't. She wouldn't let herself kill him. No matter how badly he'd hurt her. Her arm went weak, and she tried to pull her hand, and the knife away. "Please stop." She finally breathed. "You win Tyler, fuck Bunny, I don't care, just let me go." She begged, looking away, unable to hold his eyes, hating that she'd folded for him yet again, even after her hurt her so badly.




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Matt hoped she would just stay. He was tired, and he wanted to go upstairs and sleep, but he didn't want to do it without her laying next to him because he knew he couldn't. At the very least, he wanted to know that, if he let her leave to clear her head or whatever it was she was doing, that she'd come back. He couldn't go to bed thinking that she might not be back.

Gracie kissed him and he kissed her back. It was gentle, like she was giving in, and he was glad and about to bring her upstairs so he could spend the next hour or so apologizing and getting her to love him again before they finally fell asleep. “I love you Matty and I’m sorry.” She whispered against his lips and he nodded and continued to kiss her, wanting her to know he loved her back. “But, I can’t be here right now.” She breathed and pulled away fast.

He chased her, but, before he could catch her, she was gone. "Fuck!" He cursed before sighing and heading back inside. He stood in the entryway for a minute, able to hear the screaming coming from upstairs, as well as the still blasting music coming from his and Gracie's room. "Shit." He breathed to himself before heading for the kitchen, deciding he really needed a drink, knowing there was no way in hell he'd be able to get to sleep after that. At least not without a little help.

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It was honestly like seeing a ghost, looking at her mother. She’d convinced herself a long time ago that he mother was dead and if she wasn’t dead, she sure as hell would never see her again. For being in Sin City, Lady Lucky sure as hell wasn’t on her side and never had been. She was at a loss for words, which was rare for Gracie, she was use to always having something to say only this time she didn’t. Her mother was the one person aside from Tyler, Bryan, and Matt that scared the shit out of her.

Her eyes watched her mom as she stood up and walked over to her, walking around her and Gracie had to force back tears. Her mother was even more dangerous than Gracie when it came to playing head games. She stopped in front of Gracie grabbing her arm and pulling it out in front of her examining it, before shaking head. Gracie winced when she slapped the inside of her elbow.

“Track marks?” she laughed. “I always knew you’d end up just like me baby.” She smirked wickedly, Gracie looked away. Only her mom grabbed her jaw roughly forcing Grace to look her in the eyes. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” She spat. “You think your so much better than me, Gigi, you are me.” She said and Gracie shook her head.

“Stop it.” Gracie whispered, because she could get the words to come out any louder. Flashes of the time she’d spent with her mom came back to her and they were mostly painful.

“Cindy, He’s here for you.” Gracie heard one of the guards say and she watched her mother’s eyes flick to the guard and Gracie glanced over her shoulder to see Bryan standing at the Guard’s side.

Despite Gracie’s arguing that she’d rather stay there and let Matt come get her, even though Matt would be pissed, she was pretty sure he’d be more pissed if she went with Bryan. Eventually though she ended up leaving the jail with Bryan and her mother. She sat in the back seat quietly as Bryan drove eventually dropping Gracie’s mother off at an older apartment complex that looked more like it should be condemned.

“Guess I should have known she was you mom.” He smirked wickedly and he gestured with his head for her to move to the front seat and she knew better then to argue with Bryan. “What the hell happened Grace, why’d you get caught?” he asked and she wouldn’t look at him at first, just kept quiet. He lend over then, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him, before he kissed her and she couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. He pulled away and held her eyes. “What happened?” his voice was ordering her.

“I don’t know, Matt and I got into a fight and I left…” she trailed off knowing she should have told him about her and Matt, because he’d used that to make her feel vulnerable and make her feel important and she hated him for that. “I was turning on your street and he pulled me over.” She shrugged. “That’s it.” She breathed. Pulling away from him and he started to drive again. It was quite for a long moment, before she got up the nerve to ask him. “How do you know my mom?” she breathed.

“She works for me, she worked for my dad before he died. So I just kept her around. She’s good at what she does.” He smirked and Gracie just rolled her eyes. “You want me to call Matt now? Or you want to Fuck first.” He smirked placing a hand on her leg and he jaw clenched.



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There was a slight flicker behind her eyes where Tyler thought that maybe she’d actually do it, but the look in her eyes quickly faded and he knew she’d already given up and that she wasn’t going to do it before she’d even said anything. He was exhausted and he was honestly glad because now that there fight would be ending, they could finally get some sleep and the drugs that he’d taken, were starting to were off due to the fact they never lasted long anyways.

"Don't tempt me Tyler!" She finally screamed, but he already knew she was done and honestly so was her. She tried to pull her hand away, but he kept it there. "Please stop. You win Tyler, fuck Bunny, I don't care, just let me go." she finally breathed begging him and it was then that he released his grip and let her hand fall to the side. Blood made a trail down his chest, but he ignored it.

He heard Bunny let out a breath, like she thought that because Kylie had given in that he was going to sleep with her, but truthfully he wanted to be with Kylie after a fight like they’d just had he wanted to apologize to her. Though he wouldn’t openly say he was sorry, he’d just show her, because he was better at showing then saying. He sighed reaching forward and grabbing the knifes from her and tossing them to the ground before grabbing her by her upper arm and dragging her roughly from the room like he was going to throw her out and finish what he’d started with Bunny. Only when they got to the door, he continued pulling her down the hallway and towards their bedroom.

He opened the door and pulled her inside closing the door behind them and locking it before he pinned her against the wall and kissed her roughly. It felt so good to kiss her after fighting with her, because neither of them were willing to admit how desperate they were for each other. Despite him still being high and full of rage his kiss was still somehow loving, it was only ever like that when he was kissing her. His lips left her, to trace along her jawline, slowly and apologetically. He paused at her ear, letting silence hang between them for only a moment.

“You should have done.” He whispered pressing his lips to the side of her face. “One of these days you’re going to prove me wrong.” He smirked against her skin, before pulling away only to slip off her shirt, before his lips made their way down her neck and along her collar bone. He was desperately hoping she would fight him and she’d just given into his lips, but when she was high she was a wild card and he could never really be sure.



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Tyler finally released her, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him. He was an arrogant asshole when he was high, so she knew he had to be gloating in the fact that he'd won, so she really didn't want to see it. He reached out and pulled the knives from her hands, and Kylie let him toss them to the ground before he grabbed her arm roughly, dragging her towards the door, like he was going to throw her out so he could go back to being with Bunny, and there was honestly nothing she could do about it. She'd just have to go back to their room, maybe throw things, turn on some music to drown out what she could hear of them, and get high enough that she passed out.

He didn't stop at the door and throw her out though. Instead, he continued to pull her down the hall and she followed him to their room. He still wanted her, not Bunny. Kylie watched him open the door before he pulled her inside and closed it, locking it behind them.

He wasted no time pinning her against the wall, kissing her hard, and she hesitated for a brief second before kissing him back. Even after their fight and the things he'd said to her, his lips felt better than any drug she could take. It was impossibly hard to keep herself angry when he was kissing her, and that was part of the reason they were still together. Because, even when she wanted to murder him, he could reel her back in with a kiss and he knew that. He could get away with anything if he'd only kiss her afterwards.

His lips left hers, moving along her jaw, slowly, like each kiss was an apology, and Kylie bit her lip hard, tilting her head back with a sigh as he kissed her before pausing at her ear. Silence hung between them, and it was agonizing, waiting for him to either say something or kiss her again. “You should have done it.” He whispered, kissing the side of her face and Kylie couldn't help but wince just at the thought of killing him. She hated herself just for throwing the first knife and nearly killing him on accident. It didn't matter how high she was, she'd never have been able to stand there, holding his eyes as she drove a knife into him. “One of these days you’re going to prove me wrong.” He smirked against her skin, before pulling away and Kylie let him pull her shirt off as his lips started to kiss her neck and collarbone.

She leaned her head against the wall behind her, closing her eyes with a soft moan, debating pushing him off. She knew she should. She shouldn't let him get away with the shit he did so easily. At the very least, she shouldn't let him touch her for a while. The part of her that was still high was telling her that he didn't deserve to touch her, but his lips felt amazing, and she knew if she pushed him off, she ran the risk of starting another fight. This whole thing had started because she'd pushed him off and she really didn't feel like spinning in circles with him. Not to mention Bunny. She'd do anything to keep him out of bed with Bunny.

So, eventually, Kylie just ignored her pain and anger and relaxed into his lips, focusing, instead, on how good they felt as they trailed her skin. She pulled his lips back to hers and kissed him hard, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him, slipping her tongue past his lips.

She moved her lips along his cheek, tracing the cut she'd made slowly, before kissing along his jaw, and down his neck, and then lower, along his chest, opening her eyes and glancing up at him as her lips circled the mark from the knife, kissing it softly. "I'm sorry baby." She breathed against his skin, hating herself for nearly killing him. "I didn't mean it." She whispered, fingers tracing the waistline of his jeans as she closed her eyes again and continued kissing along his chest.




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Matt found a bottle of whiskey in the kitchen and took it up to his and Gracie's room, not bothering to look for a glass, intending on drinking it all. In their room, he flipped off the music, finding it annoyingly loud now that he wasn't screaming at Gracie. He sat at the end of their bed and sighed, popping the bottle open, taking a long drink as he looked around the room. He hoped like hell, any minute now, Gracie would walk back in, but he also hoped she wouldn't.

He wanted her to be happy. He wanted her to have a good life, and he honestly didn't think she could have that with him. He was killing her, there was no way she was happy living the way they did. Maybe at times, but that wasn't enough for him. He loved her so much, he didn't want her to be miserable. Ever. Even if it was extremely unrealistic. Still, he was torn, because he didn't want her to be with someone else.

Matt drank about half the bottle before giving in and shooting up, laying back on the bed and staring at the ceiling as he drank, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep until Gracie came back. His phone started ringing, and he picked it up, sitting up with a sigh. "Yeah?"

"Matty? Please tell me you're not high-" There was a pause and he heard Chelsea coughing violently. "Matty, I need you. Now." She coughed again and suddenly he was a little more alert.

"Chels? What's wrong? What's going on?" He asked, concerned.

"I- I didn't mean to Matty, please don't be mad." She mumbled, sounding like she was crying, and her words were such a mess, it was a miracle he'd heard her.

"Chelsea? Are you high." He asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"Bryan's not home. I just- I'm tired. But I'm scared." She mumbled and he rolled his eyes and stood.

"Fuck, Chelsea, you probably took too much of something. Shit. Stay awake, okay? Stay on the phone with me. Keep talking I'm on my way." He told her as he grabbed his keys and jacket, hopping in the car.

He kept her on the phone, listening to her cry and apologize to him over and over again, and tell him things that didn't really make sense, and everytime her words started so slow, he asked her a question to keep her talking, like where Bryan was, or how much she'd taken and of what or why, but she never really answered him straight, just started crying and apologizing again, like she knew she was going to die, and it was hard to listen to, but he had to keep her awake.

Eventually, he pulled into Bryan's driveway, and Chelsea was right, Bryan's favorite car was missing. However, not a minute after he'd pulled in, Bryan was pulling in behind him and he turned, raising his hand, the headlights blinding him, but once his eyes adjusted, he could see he wasn't alone in the car. "Matt? What are you doing here?" Bryan asked as he started to get out of the car and Matt's eyes landed on the other person in the car, trying to figure out who it was.

"Chelsea called. Something's wrong. I think she may have O.D'ed. I've got to get her to the hospital Bry." He sighed, holding his bosses eyes.

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Gracie knew that even if she told Bryan to call Matt, he’d force her to have sex with him. Simply because he’d paid for her bail to get out of jail, even though she’d told him she was fine. So just like she’d expected, he’d drove to some shitty motel on the outskirts of Vegas and they’d spent the day getting high and fucking. She’d begged him at one point to take her home, but he’d only blackmailed her back into bed. All she wanted was to go back home to Matt.

Eventually when Bryan had deemed that they were finished, he’d coldly told her to get dressed and when he opened the door to the motel she wasn’t surprised in the least to see that the sun was setting. She wiped her tears as she climbed into the front seat of his car. She felt like shit and she was emotionally drained both from her two big arguments with Matt, seeing her mother and then spending the day in bed with Bryan. She was drained and she was sure she looked like a total train wreck.

She lend her forehead against the window, trying to drown out Bryan’s talking on the phone as she listened to the soft hum of the music that filled the car, trying to figure out how the hell she was going to get out of this one either way it would look bad. Knowing Bryan he’d lie and say that Gracie called him and Matt would believe him, because no matter how much she meant to him or how much Kylie meant to Tyler, Bryan’s word was law. Gracie spent the majority of the drive, preparing herself for Matt reacting one of two ways. Either he’d beat the shit out of her and put her in the hospital for a third time in the past three months or he’d tell her it was finally over.

“Fuck, he man I gotta let you go. I’ve got some shit to take care of.” Gracie heard Bryan say causing her to glance up to see Matt standing in the drive way. “What the fuck is he doing here. He thinks he can just show up whenever he wants.” Bryan spat irritated under his breath and Gracie winced when she saw him tuck the gun into his waist line.

“Bryan…” Gracie tried, but he was already getting out of the car. She heard Bryan ask Matt what he was doing their, before Matt answered that something was wrong with Chelsea. Gracie stepped out of the car and she knew the moment Matt saw her he’d be pissed.

“You’re not taking her anywhere.” Bryan said simply. “She’s fine, it’s not the first time she’d done it, she does it every fucking time you ditch town.” Bryan rolled his eyes. “She’ll sleep it off.” He shrugged, before glancing to Gracie. “Gracie, get your ass inside.” He ordered her, like she belonged to him and she’d never belonged to Matt.

Gracie didn’t argue, because she knew it was useless and if she went running to Matt, either he’d reject her or Bryan would put her in her place, so she hung her head and slipped inside. The house was quite like it normally was with the exception of five or six of Bryan’s body guard’s playing cards at the table. Gracie ignored them grabbing a beer from the fridge and popping it open, downing it all, needing something in her system before shit really hit the fan.
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Bryan hadn’t missed the immediate way Matt had tensed and he took a threatening step forward. “Listen, if you don’t keep that bitch of yours on a shorter leash. I’m going to commandeer her and put her to work.” He said honestly “Your little girlfriend got pulled over and thrown in jail for possession of drugs and being drunk under the influence.” He hissed. “If she gets us caught because you two had a little tiff, your both dead.” He threatened, leaving out the fact he’d just spent the entire day with Matt’s girlfriend. “We got a party to get ready for.” He smirked as he headed inside not bothering to wait for Matt.




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She was resisting him or at least trying and he just wanted her to give in so they could spend the rest of the day in bed and pretend for a few hours to be a normal couple. Finally her lips relaxed into his and he smirked against her lips She wrapped her arms around his neck and he groaned softly against her lips as she slipped her tongue past his lips, loving the way her lips turned him on and made his whole body need her.

Her lips moved slowly along his cheek and he closed his eyes, taking in every single second of it, because every time she kissed him could be their last. Not just because of their fights, but because of the life they lived. It would be simple for one of them to OD if they got a bad batch of something or for him to be killed on a job, so sex with her or even something as little as a kiss he rarely took it lightly. Her lips continued along his jaw, down his neck and along his chest before she pulled away and he glanced down to her as she spoke.

"I'm sorry baby." she breathed against his skin as she kissed around the small stab wound. "I didn't mean it." she whispered and he smirked as her fingers traced his waistline. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her lips back to his, kissing her hard and deeply slipping his tongue past her lips, while his other hand wrapped around her waist.

“Yeah, you did.” He breathed against her lips, moving his fingertips up her spine. “And, that’s alright.” He admitted as he unclipped her bra, slipping it off and tossing it aside. He fisted his hand in her blonde hair and kissed her lips softer, the kind of kiss that made a girl melt completely. He kissed her like there was no one else in the world that mattered but her. “I kind of liked it.” He whispered against her lips, a wicked smirk on his lips as he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

He kissed along her chest before he worked his way down her body slowly and meaningfully, leaving a trail of apologies and I love you’s that only she would understand. His lips kissed the inside of her thigh before he slipped off her panties and slipped out of his own clothes. He couldn’t wait and that much was obvious.

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After they’d spent all day in bed getting high and fucking, he was exhausted. He’d tried his best to make up for their fight and for being a complete asshole, though he knew that even the best sex in the world could make up for all the shit he’d done to her. When he finally rolled off of her he pulled her to his chest and held her there. He kissed the top of her head and sighed, he was actually sober for the first time in a long time and the guilt was starting to set in, the heavy guilt that seemed to be the cause of his drug addiction. However he was too exhausted to shoot up again and so he managed to fall asleep.

He’d only gotten a total of forty-five minutes of sleep before his phone was going off. He groaned miserably, gently pushing Kylie off of him as he rolled over and grabbed his phone. He have ignored it if it had be anyone else but Bryan. He sat up answering the phone and resting it between his face and his shoulder figuring Bryan had a job for him. He rubbed his face trying to wake himself up.

“Where the fuck are you?” Bryan spat into the phone and Tyler sighed as he lit himself a cigarette. “Did you forget I’m having a party tonight?” he asked and Tyler rolled his eyes as he blew a cloud of smoke out.

“No.” Tyler lied. “Were on our way.” He said, but before Tyler could hang up Bryan already had. He laid back down next to Kyle kissing along her shoulder blades to wake her up. “Babe, get we have a party to go to.” He breathed against her skin.



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It was really hard to stay mad at Tyler when he fucked her like that. He made her feel like she was the most important thing to him in the world, and that was a feeling she craved more than the drugs because of the fact that she sometimes felt like she had to compete with Bunny for his attention. It was a feeling he could easily control her with, and a more cynical part of her told her that that was exactly what he was doing, that he only made her feel that way to get her back on his side, that he could make any girl feel that way, and probably did. But she felt too good to care, so she ignored it, knowing it'd come back to bite her later.

They spent pretty much the rest of the day alternating between fucking and getting high, until, eventually, she was so exhausted, she was afraid if she went any longer, she'd break. So he'd finally rolled off her and pulled her to his chest. Kylie lay there a little while, tracing patterns on his skin and listening to his heart beat, trying to slow her own down before he kissed the top of her head and she drifted to sleep.

She woke a little bit when she felt him move her off him, and rolled onto her stomach on her side of the bed, halfway listening to him talk to someone on the phone, not really awake, but not entirely asleep either. He hung up and lay next to her again, lips starting to kiss along her shoulder blades, making her moan softly. It felt incredible to have his lips on her skin be the first thing she felt when she woke up, and she didn't want it to end. "Babe, get up we have a party to go to." He breathed against her skin and Kylie moaned softly again, staying where she was for a minute longer, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin before finally sitting up.

"Fine." She sighed and leaned over, kissing his lips softly. She didn't want to go. She'd actually rather spend the rest of the night fucking, but she knew, if it was enough to get him out of bed after the day they'd had, the party was important. Meaning Bryan was throwing it. He had to go. And so did she. To make sure he didn't go home with anyone else. "Just give me a minute to get ready." She breathed before standing and grabbing some clothes, slipping into the bathroom.

She started the shower and pulled her hair up on top of her head, to avoid getting it wet, before looking herself over in the mirror, assessing the damage. There were still bruises fading from their last fight, but the new ones looked so much nastier. Every part of her body hurt, even her lungs and throat, both from a combination of him choking her and all the screaming at him she'd done. She had bruises down her back, from him throwing him against the wall, and a couple of ugly ones on her arms from him yanking her around, but they looked like nothing compared to her throat. They were dark, and awful. It looked like she'd been strangled. Kylie brought her fingers to it and winced, knowing that no amount of make up would cover all of it.

Looking at herself in the mirror, it was hard not to hate herself for folding and spending all day in bed with him. She shouldn't have given in, she knew that, but she also knew that staying mad at him forever was impossible, and more trouble than it was worth. If she denied him, he'd just punish her by sleeping with Bunny, if she yelled at him, it'd turn into World War Three. In the end, giving in was just easier than trying to stay mad.

After a minute, she sighed and took a quick shower, just to clean up a little before getting ready. She dressed in a tight blue dress and a pair of black pumps before doing her makeup. She didn't wear much face makeup, just some red lipstick and a bit of mascara. What she had to use a lot of, was concealer, to cover her bruises, and even that didn't completely work. Her throat still looked fairly awful, so Kylie put on a necklace, hoping maybe it'd take the attention off it a little before slipping back out into their bedroom.

She sat at the edge of their bed and lit a joint, leaning back on her elbows, taking a long hit as she watched Tyler. "Ready?" She breathed out a breath of smoke, taking another hit. She tilted her head back and blew perfect little smoke rings towards the ceiling, dying to get going. Not particularly because she was excited to party, but because she was dying to get really high and stop hating herself for being weak and giving in to him. Not to mention feeling guilty for nearly killing him.




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Matt watched as Gracie was the one who stepped out of the car and his jaw clenched. Shit. What was she doing with Bryan? Had she been with him all day? “You’re not taking her anywhere.” Bryan said simply and Matt's attention was pulled off Gracie for a moment, back to Bryan as he tried to realize what he'd just said. “She’s fine, it’s not the first time she’s done it, she does it every fucking time you ditch town.” Bryan rolled his eyes and Matt raised his eyebrows. “She’ll sleep it off. Gracie, get your ass inside.” He ordered her, like she belonged to him, making him clench his fists.

Fuck. If Gracie was fucking around with Bryan, he was seriously screwed. He'd have to kill Bryan, and he could, he knew that, Bryan trusted him a little too much, but what would happen to Chelsea once he did? He had money, but not like Bryan. If Chels got bad again and had to be hospitalized for a while, it'd eat all his money and they'd be broke.

He watched Gracie go, and took a step towards Bryan. Shit. Was all he could think. His sister was inside, O.D'ing on something and now he had a serious feeling Gracie was fucking around with Bryan. He wouldn't put it past her. “Listen, if you don’t keep that bitch of yours on a shorter leash. I’m going to commandeer her and put her to work.” Bryan said and his fists clenched. “Your little girlfriend got pulled over and thrown in jail for possession of drugs and being drunk under the influence. If she gets us caught because you two had a little tiff, you're both dead.” He threatened, giving him an explanation for why they were together, and where Gracie had been all day, but Matt was good at reading people, and he knew there was something Bryan was leaving out. He just hoped it wasn't what he thought it was. “We got a party to get ready for.” He smirked and slipped inside.

Matt groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. Great. Now, if Chels died of whatever the fuck she was O.D'ing on, it was his fault, because he couldn't take her anywhere. Bryan would kill him if he directly disobeyed him. He sighed and followed Bryan up to the house, slipping inside. "I'll help you get set up for the party, just give me ten minutes to check on her. She's my sister Bry." He said, not bothering to wait for an answer, slipping up the stairs quickly, taking them two at a time.

She was in her room, sitting on the floor with her knees up, back against the bed. She had her face buried in her arms ontop of her knees and Matt sighed. "Fuck, Chels." He breathed, heading over to her. There was a bottle of spilled pills on the floor next to her and he picked it up, looking at it. She'd taken a huge handful of her pain medication.

"Matty?" She mumbled, rolling her head to the side and Matt nodded and sighed.

"Yeah, it's me Chels, what the fuck have you done?" He breathed, but he wasn't really expecting a coherent response, he was just kind of talking out loud as he lifted her gently and set her on the bed. She was in nothing but her underwear so he went to her dresser and tossed her an oversized white t-shirt that he was pretty sure used to be his.

"I was just so tired of it, Matty." She mumbled, pulling it on. "I'm sorry. I love you." He nodded and went over to her, kissing her forehead before helping her lay down. He went and got her a few bottles of water and a bowl, placing the bowl next to her on the bed and the water on the nightstand.

"Drink all of this water, okay Chelsea?" He told her, holding her chin, trying to get her to focus on him a second. "Throw up as much as you can. Even if it makes you feel shitty, throwing up is good. It'll get that shit out of your stomach." He didn't release her until she nodded and he sighed, kissing her forehead, sitting with her, rubbing her back while she threw up a few times, before one of Bryan's guys was at the door and he knew his time with Chels was up. He just nodded and slipped out of the room, closing the door and heading downstairs to help get things set up, hoping she'd be okay.

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Gracie set the bottle down on the counter the beer had down nothing for her and now she was just anxious. She couldn’t remember a time Bryan and Matt had been together in the same room with her. Bryan rarely had his own parties, it was normally Tyler and Matt throwing parties at their house and once in a while Bryan would show his face. Gracie wouldn’t have cared either to be honest, but in the drive way she could have cut the tension with a knife and that’s what worried her.

She heard the door open and she glanced to see Matt head up the stairs and Bryan headed towards her and her heart speed up. He backed her up against the counter and she looked away, hoping that Matt didn’t come down stairs. She knew Bryan was purposely fucking with her now, he kissed along her jawline and it took everything in her not to shove him away, because she knew if she did, it be worse than Matt walking in on them now. He slipped his hand under her shirt and she hated that he was doing in right in front of his guys.

“Bryan…baby.” She whispered. “Please, stop.” She was begging him, he scoffed rolling his eyes as he pulled away thought keeping a hand on either side of her, to keep her boxed in against the counter.

“That’s right, you only wanna fuck when you get sick of Matty.” He spat in a low voice and she winced. “You know, one day you and Kylie are going to belong to me.” The words were a threat and she knew that, she kept her eyes on the ground though. “You look like shit, go fix yourself up.” He said pressing his lips to hers before walking away and leaving her there. She let out the breath she’d been holding in and stayed there froze for a long moment, trying to compose herself.

Finally she pushed off the counter and headed upstairs, she passed Matt. He was on his way downstairs, while she was on her way upstairs. She was surprised he hadn’t immediately, grabbed her. At the same time she was grateful he hadn’t, she knew he probably had way too much on his mind. She gave him another second before he realized it had been her and he came after her and got her alone. She tried to prepare herself, because she wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to hold it together. She quickly slipped into Bryan’s room.




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"Fine." she sighed as she lend over and kissed him and he kissed her back. "Just give me a minute to get ready." She breathed and he nodded.

After she slipped into the bathroom, he slipped out of their bedroom and down stairs. His brother was sitting at the table with Bunny. He rolled his eyes ignoring the two of them as he walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge popping it open. He lend against the counter raising a brow as he glanced between Marshall and Bunny who’s eyes were both on them.

“What?” he said irritated, that they were just sitting there in silence starting at him. Marshall gestured for Bunny to talk and she stood up walking over to him and he looked down at her, waiting for her to respond.

“I think that Kylie should leave.” She breathed and Tyler simply laughed. “Ty, baby I’m serious. Ever since she’d moved in we’ve been a wreck. I love you.”

“You’re fucking serious?” he held her eyes before glancing to Marshall who threw his hands up in defense like he had nothing to do with it, which Tyler could believe. “Nice try, but I’d kick you out on your ass before I’d ever kick her out.” He said simply. “And just for the record, Vikki.” He hissed, leaning in close like he was going to kiss her. “There was never an us.” he said taking a swig of his beer. “Your just some slut I fuck to piss her off.” He said cruelly, before shoving the rest of his beer in her hands and heading back up stairs.

The shower was still on and so he took the time to get dressed, in a simple pair of black jeans and a black shirt. He slicked his hair back as he heard the shower shut off. He cut a few lines on their dresser as he waited for her to come out and just as he lend down to snort them she made her way out of the bathroom. His eyes lingered on her for a moment taking her in, she was incredibly beautiful. He turned his attention back to the drugs doing a few lines.

"Ready?" she breathed when she knew he was finished. He nodded, walking across the room to her and grabbing her arm gently pulling her to him and wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You look beautiful baby.” He breathed against her lips before kissing her. “I love you.” He smirked, before pulling away and lacing his fingers with hers. “Let’s fuck some sit up, yeah?” he smirked wickedly as they headed down stairs together.



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Kylie wasn't exactly thrilled to be going to the party. It was one of Bryan's parties, meaning Bryan would definitely be there. She hated the man, and tended to avoid him because he got to her. Everytime she was near him, he made moves she didn't like, standing too close, touching her, whispering doubts to her about Tyler she already had whirling around in her mind. She knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to dive enough of a wedge in her mind between her and Tyler to get her to sleep with him.

It was hard to resist him too. Especially with a lot of shit in her system. He was really good at fucking with her head, though never when Tyler around. So far, she'd managed to keep herself from making a stupid mistake by sleeping with him. She'd avoid being alone with him at all costs, make sure Tyler was always around, or, when she was desperate, tell him to fuck off and get the hell away from him.

She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep it up though. He typically only made short appearances at parties that other gang members threw and somehow, he still always seemed to be able to get a minute alone with her. This party was going to be at his house. He'd be there the whole time. Meaning she'd be dodging him for at least half of it.

She knew he could have any girl he wanted, and he wasn't pining over her or wanted her so badly because he actually liked her. He only wanted her because she was Tyler's, but that was enough to make her want to avoid him. She'd only ever gotten as far as touching and kissing other guys before Tyler had beaten the absolute shit out of them, and her. If she actually slept with Bryan of all people, he'd fucking lose it, and that would be really bad. Bryan was dangerous. Tyler could serious get himself killed.

Tyler came over them, pulling her from her thoughts as he pulled her off the bed by her arm and wrapped an arm around her waist. "You look beautiful baby." He breathed against her lips and kissed her, making her smirk against his lips. "I love you." He smirked and pulled away, lacing their fingers, and she smirked back, taking another hit off her joint. "Let's go fuck some shit up, yeah?" He said with a wicked smirk and Kylie nodded, flicking her joint away as he led her downstairs.

In the car, Kylie lit herself another joint, rolling down the window and smoking it as she relaxed in the seat. "I swear to fucking god, I better not find you with someone else tonight Ty." She smirked as she took a slow hit off her joint, watching him as he drove.




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As Matt slipped down the stairs, he passed Gracie and sighed. He should get downstairs to Bryan and help him with whatever he needed, but he couldn't resist. He had to know. One question would tell him what he needed to know. Even if she lied, he'd see it in her eyes. She may be good at fucking with his head, but hiding things from him was a whole different story. He'd managed to find out about his friend she'd fucked because he could see it in her eyes when she was hiding something.

So he turned, following her back up the stairs and slipping into a room after her to get her alone. He wasn't stupid, he knew he couldn't fight her right then and there. Bryan would hear and come after them, and it would get ugly. But, if what he though happened had happened, nothing was going to stop him from slapping her, and then spending the rest of the party avoiding her. He'd probably even go so far to sleep with someone else and make their fight that much worse when they finally had it.

Matt wasted no time grabbing her arms and pinning her hard against the wall, not really caring if he hurt her. "Did you fuck him Gracie?" He spat, cutting right to it. "I'm not stupid, I know there's something going on." He gripped her tighter, making sure she couldn't get away, using one hand to hold her jaw, so she had to look him in the eyes.

"Tell me the truth right fucking now." He spat. "I'm not going to say I won't do anything if you do, but believe me when I say, if you lie to me, I'll be so much more pissed than if you tell me honestly." He smirked wickedly, holding her eyes. "And trust me baby, I'll know if you're lying to me." He leaned in a little closer. "Did. You. Fuck. Him?" He hissed a little slower, eyes dark, letting her know he wasn't going to tolerate her games this time.

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Matt grabbed Gracie’s arm roughly and she only knew it was him because of the fire he left on her skin where his skin touched. He pinned her against the wall hard causing her back to slam against shooting a pain all the way up her spine. The sudden swift movement had not only caught her off guard, but it pissed her off to and she knew he was high on something, because he was never as rough with her when he was sober, she found his eyes and the moment she saw his eyes it solidified the fact that she knew he was on something.

"Did you fuck him Gracie? I'm not stupid, I know there's something going on."she hat to look away, because she didn’t want him to see through her, like she knew he could when she lied to him. His grip on her tightened, but she didn’t wince. He grabbed her jaw forcing her to look him in the eyes and she let her anger take over then, knowing it would be easier to lie if she was a raging bitch. "Tell me the truth right fucking now. I'm not going to say I won't do anything if you do, but believe me when I say, if you lie to me, I'll be so much more pissed than if you tell me honestly." He smirked wickedly and she rolled her eyes. "And trust me baby, I'll know if you're lying to me." He leaned in a closer than and she raised a brow like she was unamused. [b] "Did. You. Fuck. Him?" he said slowly which only pissed her off that much more.

At this point she wasn’t even sure whether or not it was worth lying to him. The truth was even if she lied and said she hadn’t fucked him, Matt wouldn’t believe her and if she said she did, it wasn’t like he’d take any mercy on her he’d still fuck her up and put her in the hospital. He was good at that. So instead she was going to do what she was best at and play with him, it was the only thing she knew she could do that would keep him from completely losing it, though she knew messing with Bryan was different then one of Matt’s friends or some random guy. She used what energy she had left to shove him off of her and walk away from the wall so she might have a chance to get away if he came after her again.

“What the fucks it matter whether or not I tell you I did or didn’t?” she spat throwing her arms in the air. “You’re going to beat the shit out of me either way right?” she smirked. “If I tell you I did you’ll teach me a lesson and if I tell you I didn’t you won’t believe me and you’ll till put me in my place.” She said honestly. “Whether or not I did, is no of your business babe,” She smirked. “So fuck off.” She hissed keeping her eyes on him, ready to move quickly when he came after her like she knew he would though she doubted he’d get away.



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They slipped downstairs and Tyler ignored the fact that Bunny was crying like someone had died. He really didn’t give a shit at the moment, however he did feel awful for his little brother, so he’d invited him and Marshall had said he’d come later. Though with Bunny crying on his shoulder he’d never get to the party. Once they were in the car, Kylie lit another joint and he followed suite lighting one for himself.

"I swear to fucking god, I better not find you with someone else tonight Ty." he smirked as he took a hit off his joint.

“Baby, does that sound like something I’d do?” he said in a sarcastic tone. “I think we’ve done enough fighting for one day.” He said on a more serious note. “Just don’t leave my side and I won’t be tempted.” He said honestly as they drove.

He hated going to Bryan’s parties, simply because they were dangerous. There was always fights and not just drunk ass holes throwing punches. People pulled guns on each other. The drugs that were passed around at his parties, made you hallucinate worse than most drugs and they were much easier to over dose with. Not to mention lately when Bryan talked about Kylie he didn’t like it. Tyler was smarter than most people gave him credit for. He could catch on top the things most people over looked, like the way Bryan’s eyes lingered on Kylie or Gracie every time they walked by. Tyler had been ignoring it though, telling himself he was just being paranoid.

When they pulled up to Bryan’s house there weren’t very many people there yet, because it was still early in the evening, but in less than an hour Bryan’s house would be full of addicts, dealers, prostitutes, and other important guys like Bryan and Tyler and Matt. Tyler would get high and so would Kylie and he’d be surprised if they made even halfway through the night without fighting.




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“Baby, does that sound like something I’d do?” Tyler answered sarcastically and Kylie rolled her eyes, taking another hit off her joint. “I think we’ve done enough fighting for one day.” He said seriously and Kylie just scoffed, knowing that, the minute they were both high and she didn't like the way his eyes followed some other girl or he didn't like how close she was standing to some guy, they'd be right back at it. “Just don’t leave my side and I won’t be tempted.” He said and she sighed. She really had no plans to leave his side anyway. She didn't want to get stuck alone with Bryan.

They pulled up to Bryan's house and she sighed, finishing up her joint and flicking it out the window. There weren't a whole lot of people there yet, but it would fill up fast and once it did, it would be pretty dangerous.

Kylie sighed and leaned over, kissing him. "I love you Tyler." She breathed against his lips, almost like a warning. Like she wanted him to know, no matter what happened once they got high, she still loved him, even if the drugs made it easy to forget. She didn't even wait for an answer before she slipped out of the car and made her way up the driveway towards the house.




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Matt's fists clenched when she pushed him away. He could see in her eyes that she was pissed, meaning he was about to get pissed too. “What the fucks it matter whether or not I tell you I did or didn’t?” She spat and he rolled his eyes. “You’re going to beat the shit out of me either way right?” She smirked, pissing him off. “If I tell you I did you’ll teach me a lesson and if I tell you I didn’t you won’t believe me and you’ll till put me in my place.” She said honestly and he rolled his eyes even though it was true.

“Whether or not I did, is none of your business babe,” She smirked and his jaw clenched. "So fuck off.” She hissed and he could tell she was ready to run so he moved quickly, grabbing her again easily and slamming her back into the wall. Harder this time. He yanked her arms up over her head and pinned them, making sure she couldn't push him away this time.

Matt wrapped one hand around her throat, squeezing tightly, cutting off her air. He couldn't hurt her the way he really wanted to. Not until the party was over and they were home, because they were in Bryan's house and he didn't need a fight with Bryan right now, just before all his guys showed up at his house, each with his own gun or weapon. He'd have to keep his temper in check.

"You're wrong." He spat, holding her eyes. "It is my fucking business." He smirked. "You're mine Gracie. You are my girl. That means who you fuck is definitely my business. So I can kill them." He hissed, releasing her throat so she could breathe, but not his grip on her wrists. "I can do shit about it right now, but I will." He threatened, holding her eyes. "So go ahead, fuck him slut. He's as good as dead and so are you." He shrugged before letting her go and slipping out the door, heading back down the stairs.

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She moved but he moved quicker. She was stupid to think she could successfully get away from Matt. He was faster than her, he had to be for work. He grabbed her rougher this time and shoved her into the wall making her groan in pain as he body collide with the wall and before she had the chance to catch her breath his hand came up around her neck cutting of her air, she forced herself to stay calm, as he pinned her wrists above her head tightly.


"You're wrong. is my fucking business." he held her eyes with a smirk that made her shiver "You're mine Gracie. You are my girl. That means who you fuck is definitely my business. So I can kill them." he hissed releasing his grip on her neck causing her to cough violently as air filled her lungs again. She would have dropped to the ground had he not still had her pinned against the wall. "I can do shit about it right now, but I will. So go ahead, fuck him slut. He's as good as dead and so are you." she winced when he called her a slut. Anyone else in the world could call her whatever they wanted, but when Matt said it, it was worse than a slap to the face.


He slipped out of the room leaving her there alone and she knew that the next time she saw him he’d be fucked up on something stronger than they normally had. She wasn’t even a little upset about is threats to kill her or Bryan. She knew he wouldn’t kill Bryan unless he absolutely had to, because Bryan was the only thing keeping Ches alive, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill her to keep Bryan from having her. It was a sick way to think, but it was Matt. She was more upset that he’d called her a slut and she could hear in his voice that he believe she was one and that was what really killed.


After a moment of sulking she quickly collected herself, she hated feeling bad for herself. She made her way into Bryan’s bathroom and she’d been there a few times before. She’d hopped in the shower to clean herself up, when she was finished she wiped the mirror revealing the bruises that covered her body and she sighed hating the way she looked, her mother had been right, she was just like her. She slipped into one of the dresses that Bryan had from one of the several girls he’d been with and it actual fit her perfectly, hugging her body perfectly and complementing her.


She covered her bruises the best she could and lined her eyes with black liner, wing tipping them and painting her lips with deep red almost black lipstick. Her hair dried in natural waves, touching just short of her hips. She looked herself over before finally deciding that she looked pretty damn good. She was utterly exhausted, but she slapped on a fake smile. She knew she was going to have to play house tonight, to impress the guys that her guys dealt with. She’s have to pretend her and Matt were the perfect couple and she was his trophy winning girlfriend and she was surprisingly really good at that until something happened that pissed her off.

She made her way down stairs spotting Kylie and she grabbed her quickly pulling her aside and wrapping her arms around her, she needed a hug from someone who she knew loved her no matter what she did and she knew Kylie was that person. They could be on two separate corners of the world, but the second one of them needed the other they’d always be there for each other. Gracie kissed Kylie’s cheek as she pulled away holding her eyes.


“I love Ky.” She breathed like she knew something bad was going to happen. “If go missing tonight…” She said jokingly “You can have my car.” He smirked.




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She lend across the center of the car kissing him as he shut off the ignition and it was silent between them as he kissed her back. "I love you Tyler." she breathed against his lips before pulling away and heading inside not bothering to wait for him.

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. He loved her so much sometimes, he hated her. The was she’d kissed him was a warning, like she already knew he’d mess around on her or some guy would make an advance on her and it be all over, they’d be fighting again and the night would be ruined. He lend his head against the head rest and closed his eyes taking minuet to clear his head.

“I love you too.” He whispered like she was still in the car. He was so bad with words, that he wasn’t sure she knew exactly how much he really loved her, but how could she really. He treated her the same way he treated Bunny, maybe even a little worse.

Frustrated with his thoughts he lit himself a cigarette before stepping out of the car and heading inside, he was convinced he’d have to search for Kylie, but he didn’t she was right there, talking to Gracie who looked pretty shaken up about something, but like she was trying to cover it with false confidence, which was what she as best at after all.

“Grace, where’s Matt?” he asked with every intent to let her and Kylie have a moment, but Gracie just shrugged and he watched her kiss Kylie once more on the cheek before she walked over in front of him and paused.

“I don’t know, but I’m pretty sure where every he is, he hates me.” She sighed. “Have fun you two.” She said glancing between the two of them before slipping out the back door.

Tyler raised a brow as he glanced to Kylie. “Everything alright?” he asked.



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No sooner had she slipped in the door than someone grabbed her and pulled her aside and, for a second, she was afraid it was Bryan, but it wasn't. It was Gracie. Kylie could tell immediately that something was wrong because she pulled her in for a tight hug and she didn't question it, just wrapped her arms around her friend and hugged her back because honestly, she needed it too.

Eventually, Gracie pulled away, kissing her on the cheek and Kylie held her eyes. “I love you Ky.” She breathed like something horrible was going to happen and Kylie knit her brows, wanting to ask her what had happened. She'd probably fought with Matt. The guys were always the source of their problems, but she could tell just by looking at her that this wasn't just some ordinary fight. “If go missing tonight… You can have my car.” She joked.

Kylie was about to ask her what the hell was going on when Tyler came in behind them. “Grace, where’s Matt?” He asked and Gracie kissed her on the cheek once more and went over to Tyler, and she watched her answer that she didn't know, but that he probably hated her, making her realize what she'd done that was so horrible. She'd slept with someone else. She knew all hell would break loose between her and Tyler if she were to sleep with someone else.

Kylie watched her go before her attention was pulled back to Tyler as he spoke. “Everything alright?” He asked and she shrugged.

"Yeah, she'll be okay. Her and Matt are just on the outs right now I guess." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair, wishing there was more she could do for her friend, but knowing there really wasn't. "Come on, we've got a party to get to." She said with a smirk, lacing her fingers with his.




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Matt hated himself for what he'd said to her. He always hated himself after he treated her like shit. Thankfully though, at the moment, he was high enough that he didn't think about it long. He just went right to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, popping it open. Bryan was there, drinking his own beer, watching as a couple of his guys set some liquor bottles out on the counter for the party, and Matt took a swig of his beer.

He was high, so there was nothing more he wanted to do than attack Bryan for sleeping with Gracie but he knew he'd be stupid if he did. Bryan wouldn't think twice before killing him. So he had to swallow down the urge. "Matt, why don't you head out back and set up the music outside? And make sure the pool lights are on?" He asked and Matt was more than glad to get away from him so he didn't argue, just slipped out the back door.

He took a swig of his beer and flipped a few switches, turning on the sound system, the outdoor lights, and the pool lights before heading over to the stereo, flipping through CDs.

He heard the door open behind him and turned to see Gracie, sighing. He'd have to play the perfect couple with her for the rest of the night, which would suck but, if he was being honest, at least she'd be by his side the whole night so he wouldn't be worried she was with someone else. "Wanna pick the music?" He asked, like he hadn't just called her a slut and threatened to kill her, taking a drink of his beer. "I've got shitty taste anyway."

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Aside from that beer she hadn’t had anything and so she was starting to feel shitter and shitter the longer she stayed sober. She hadn’t even realized that Matt was already outside, she shut the door behind her hoping she could be alone for a moment before she had to pretend nothing had happened with Matt, which she already knew was going to prove to be hard.

"Wanna pick the music?" he said causing her to jump, before letting out a sigh. "I've got shitty taste anyway." they were alone for the most part but it would be a matter of minutes, before the porch was full of people.

“Yeah.” She breathed but she didn’t look at him, she couldn’t. She knew the only reason he was a total ass hole to her was because she made him crazy and every time she didn’t something to hurt him, she promised it would be the last time but it never was. “Ryan, likes mainstream techno shit.” She shrugged, she said calling him by a nickname, like her and Bryan were nothing more than old friend.

She reached across him and the heat between them made her crazy, but she ignored it for the moment. She wanted him and she knew he’d take her back in a second if she apologized and told him she’d never do it again, but it want’s fair to him and she hated doing it to him. She refused to look him in the eyes. She grabbed one of the CDs and push it in, turning the music up as it started to play. Without a word she turned away from him them walking to the edge of Bryan’s back yard. She hopped onto the short brick wall that separated his back yard from desert. There were no other houses from miles.

She pulled out a cigarette lighting it and taking drag, she glanced to Matt for only a second before looking away. She didn’t want him to ask questions, because it would just start another fight. She hoped that Bryan would stay away from her for the night. She took a drag off her cigarette and she knew that Matt wouldn’t leave her alone for long, he’d come over to her, but she didn’t bother to look up to see if she was. She just focused on picking at her chipped black nail polish.




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"Yeah, she'll be okay. Her and Matt are just on the outs right now I guess. Come on, we've got a party to get to." She said with a smirk and Tyler nodded.

For the moment everything was good between them and he hoped it would last a while. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her into the kitchen. He grabbed a beer for both of them passing one to her as he heard the music come on outside. He sighed as people started to file through the door. Bryan slipped out of the kitchen to go greet them.

“Listen babe, I was serious when I told you not to leave my side.” He said in a low tone turning his full attention to her. He pressed his lips against her, before moving them along her jawline. “I don’t want to lose you and there are people hear I don’t trust.” He breathed against her skin talking between the two of them.

Eventually he pulled away and lit himself a cigarette, laced his fingers with her and led her to the back yard, where most of the people hung out. He really didn’t want to be their if he was being completely honest with himself, because all t took was a guy to look at Kylie the wrong way and he’d flip shit, especially if he was high.



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Tyler wrapped his arm around her and Kylie let him as he led her into the kitchen. He grabbed two beers and Kylie gladly took one, popping it open and taking a drink, watching the people around them knowing, in less them a half hour, the house would be filled to the brim with prostitutes, drug dealers, and murderers. Bryan was in the kitchen but, thankfully, he didn't stay long, just slipped out to greet people who were starting to show up.

“Listen babe, I was serious when I told you not to leave my side.” He said and she turned her eyes back on him, leaning her back against the counter as she took another drink. At most parties, she'd argue with him, telling him she was a big girl and more than capable of handling herself, but this was different. She knew most of the men at this party would be extremely dangerous and extremely fucked up. Besides, she didn't want to give Bryan a chance to get her alone if he was still hell bent on getting her into bed. If Tyler was around, he wouldn't do anything.

Tyler leaned down and kissed her lips, making her smirk against them and wrap an arm around his neck, tilting her head for him as he started to trace her jaw, making her skin tingle. “I don’t want to lose you and there are people here I don’t trust.” He breathed against her skin and she nodded softly, understanding. She didn't trust anyone there either. Once she got high, she might not be able to say the same because the drugs made her brave, it was why she could fight Tyler on them and why she couldn't without them. For the moment at least though, the thought of the kinds of people that would be showing up was definitely enough to get her to shut up and be his arm candy.

Eventually he pulled away from her and she watched him light a cigarette before he laced their fingers and led her out back and she followed. She could tell he didn't want to be there just by looking at him so she sighed and pushed him down In a chair, taking a swig of her beer before sitting in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Kylie leaned down, kissing his lips and then along his jaw, not really caring who was around. "We don't have to stay long." She whispered against his skin as she kissed him. "Just long enough to get good and high. We can always call a cab to take us home and pick your car up tomorrow." She smirked, knowing the kinds of drugs they'd be taking would render both of them pretty useless and fairly dangerous behind the wheel.

"Let's try and make this a good night." She sighed, kissing his lips again before pulling away, taking another drink if her beer. Things were good between them at the moment, but that didn't mean she felt relaxed or at ease. It didn't feel like an easy calm, like they were finally just getting along. It felt like the calm before a storm. Like shit was about to blow up in their faces.




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“Yeah.” She breathed like she was tired, and he knew that it was because she was sober and starting to feel shitty. She wouldn't look at him and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair, knowing he'd fucked up by being an ass, but still not exactly feeling like apologizing. Not because he didn't feel sorry, he did, he always felt sorry when it came to her. Even for shit that wasn't exactly his fault, but the way he saw it, everything that made her feel like shit was his fault. Because he'd brought her into his world. He was responsible for what she'd become and why she was so miserable all the time. Even if it wasn't directly his fault.

So he felt sorry. He hated the way he'd spoken to her. But he was too hurt by what she'd done to say it just yet. Later, when he was more sober he'd apologize, but at the moment, he really didn't think she deserved it. She was always fucking with his head, hurting him the best ways she knew how, and it was making him absolutely crazy. He just needed a minute to let his anger and pain run him and then, once it was out of his system, he'd promise not to do it again and apologize.

"Ryan, likes mainstream techno shit.” Gracie said with a shrug, pulling him from his thoughts and Matt couldn't help but tense a little at the way she'd used a nickname for him, not to mention the fact that she knew his music taste. He typically did his best to avoid any and all situations in which Bryan and Gracie were in the same room because he'd known from day one Bryan would want her. So the fact that she knew what kind of music he preferred was like a stab. Because it meant she'd been with him more than once.

She reached across him and he hated that, even when he hated her, he could feel that incredible heat between them. She still refused to look him in the eye as she popped a CD in and started the music before heading to the yard'a edge and sitting on the low wall that surrounded it, lighting herself a cigarette.

Matt stayed where he was for a while, drinking his beer and simply watching her, not sure he trusted himself to be too close to her. What he really wanted to know was why. Why had she started fucking Bryan? Was it because she wasn't happy? Did he really make her that miserable? Was it just because she'd wanted to hurt him? Whatever it was, it hurt like hell and he wanted to ask, but he knew she wouldn't answer him seriously. She'd get pissed and defensive and it'd just turn into another fight that would get them nowhere.

So he sighed and took one last drink from his beer before setting it aside and heading over to her, leaning on the wall next to her. He leaned over, kissing her lips softly, softer than he'd kissed her in a really long time, something that was extremely rare, almost nonexistent when he was high. He didn't forgive her yet, but he wasn't stupid, he knew he would eventually and he just wanted her to know that, even though he was confused, hurt, and angry, he loved her.

"I love you so much Gracie." He breathed against her lips before pulling away with a sigh, lighting a cigarette. "I hope you know that." He sighed, taking a drag off his cigarette and blowing out a cloud of smoke before turning his eyes back on her. "Stay near me tonight." He told her. "These guys are not guys you want to fuck around with. They're dangerous and, unlike me, they won't give a shit about you." She sighed, taking another drag off his cigarette.

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Gracie, looked out at the desert as she took a long drag off her cigarette. She needed something stronger at least that’s what the itch just under her skin was telling her. She blew out a few perfectly shaped O’s followed by the rest of smoke that she was too lazy to continue to make into Os. She was frustrated with herself, she didn’t know why the hell she had to mess up a good thing like Matt. Sure their relationship was far from perfect, but when things were good between them they were fucking awesome together, like they’d been made for each other. At least that’s how it was before she’d started playing cat and mouse with him, now good days were far and few between for them.

What pulled her out of her thoughts was that undeniable heat between them, she glanced to Matt who was now leaning against the wall next to her and he took that chance as soon as she’d glanced to him, to lean over and kiss her lips. He kissed her softly, softer then he’d kissed her in what felt like forever and she couldn’t help but moan. She knew it was rare for him to be so forgiving and gentle with her especially when he was high and that just made her feel even worse. Because he loved her so much that even though he was fucked up he still needed her to know and that’s what his kiss said, she had to fight back the tears that threatened to escape, because she felt guiltier then she’d felt in a long time.

"I love you so much Gracie." he breathed against her lips, causing her to stop breathing for a moment, before catching her breath realizing she’d stop breathing all together. He pulled away then and lit a cigarette. "I hope you know that." he sighed and she took one last drag from her cigarette, before stamping it out on the wall. "Stay near me tonight. These guys are not guys you want to fuck around with. They're dangerous and, unlike me, they won't give a shit about you."

She sighed letting silence fall between them for a while, as the first fatality was made with someone pushing one of the slutty girls into the pool. Within the blink of an eye, her and Matt were no longer alone and she knew that it was only a matter of time before they fell apart again. She lit another cigarette. She hopped down from the wall and lend on it next to Matt, sighing out a cloud of smoke.

“I know Matty.” She finally said. “And, I love you too. When I see the rest of my life all I see is you.” She sad honestly but she still didn’t look at him, she kept her eyes on the sea of faces whom she vaguely recognized. “It’s always going to be you, that’ll never change.” She breathed “The day you leave me…will be the day I stop breathing.” She said actually opening up to him for once. “But, I can’t change who I am. I’m a fuck up, a run around, a slut.” she sighed taking another drag off her cigarette. “Just like my mother. You can hit me around all you want, get pissed off, even kill me. But it won’t change me.”

She couldn’t apologize to him, simply because there was no point in apologizing when she already knew she was going to do it again. Her and Matt had a long road ahead of them, hurting each other, falling out of love and back into love and she’d warned him that night they’d slept together that he was taking a chance on a stranger. The music changed to something much slower and Gracie was just about to turn to Matt and tell him to pull her out on the dance floor, because she was tired of fighting him, only as soon as she opened her mouth to speak she was interrupted.

“Hey Matt.” The familiar red head greeted Matt as if Gracie wasn’t even there. Her and Matt had gotten into several fights over [url=http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mpXn5iI8bJg/UpiQSNm4mYI/AAAAAAAAS9g/UkJvHCco8Ng/s1600/tumblr_mwzq4zVONR1s9y3qio3_400.gif]Bonnie[url].

It was no secret that she was beautiful, she was just as pretty as Gracie and Kylie and tended to be one of the few girls among the array of prostitutes, that looked like she didn’t belong. Bonnie was younger then Gracie, she was only seventeen, but she acted like she was twenty-three which made you forget how hold she really was, not to mention she was Bryan’s cousin, who he tended to sell off from time to time, not that Bonnie cared. She completely adored Bryan almost as much as she did Matt and Gracie was fairly certain that the only thing keeping Matt from sleeping with Bonnie was her.

“So there is a rumor going around that you and your old lady are over.” She smirked flicking her eyes to Gracie, then back to Matt and she boldly laced her fingers with Matt’s and Gracie would have beat the shit out of her and pulled every bit of red hair out of her head, but Gracie felt like she had no right to. “Dance with me.” She begged, but it was in a way that made it hard to say no, not the kind of annoying begging that Tyler went through with Bunny.

“Wow. Word travels fast huh.” She rolled her eyes knowing that the supposed rumor was made up by Bonnie herself. She knew Matt would reject her, so before he could she threw him under the buss and answered for him. “He’d love to. Beside it’s only one dance Matty.” She said giving him a soft smile.



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He led her out back and if he was being honest he wanted to leave. There was a reason he rarely brought her along to Bryan’s parties, it was one thing for her to be at a party they were throwing, because most the people that came to their parties were harmless and just plain stupid college kids looking for good booze and an endless supply of drugs. Bryan’s parties however were the total opposite and he didn’t trust a God damn person there aside from Matt, he didn’t even trust Bryan.

Kylie pushed him down into one of their chairs and he couldn’t help but smirk as things were normal between them for the moment and the normal moments were what he lived for, because he loved her entirely too much, that all the shit they were always putting each other through, made him forget how happy they could be. She kissed him and he fisted his hand in her hair, kissing her back hard. Her lisp left his as they moved along his jaw and he closed his eyes, lifting his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag from it as he listened to the music.

"We don't have to stay long. Just long enough to get good and high. We can always call a cab to take us home and pick your car up tomorrow." she whispered against his skin between kisses. "Let's try and make this a good night." She sighed, and just with that simple sigh, he could tell how desperate she was for them to get along even if it was just for one night. She kissed his lips once more before pulling away and taking a drink of her beer and he ran his fingers along her back, gently rubbing it as if they were actually an ordinary couple and it felt incredible.

“I hate to break it to you babe, but I gotta stay the whole time.” He sighed running his fingers through his hair as he blew out a cloud of smoke. “Bryan doesn’t throw parties for the hell of it like us.” He said taking one final drag off his cigarette before flicking it away. “And, he’ll notice if me or Matt are missing.” He said holed her eyes. He rested a hand on the back of her neck pulling her lips back to his and kissing her softly.

“But, I’ll try my best to stay sober for you.” He breathed against her lips, it wasn’t a promise because anyone who knew Tyler knew he couldn’t keep a promise for the life of him, but he tried to keep his word especially when it came to Kylie. “Be sides someone’s gotta hold your hair back when you’re throwing up.” He smirked. The song switched to a slower song and he stood up pulling her up with him. “Let’s dance.” He said pulling her out to where a few other couples were dancing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.



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Tyler rubbed her back gently, making her close her eyes and enjoy it, loving when they could actually get along and function like a couple for once. “I hate to break it to you babe, but I gotta stay the whole time.” He sighed and she sighed too, lighting her own cigarette and bringing it to her lips. “Bryan doesn’t throw parties for the hell of it like us.” He said and she watched him flick away his cigarette. “And, he’ll notice if me or Matt are missing.” He said holding her eyes and, even though she didn't like it, Kylie just sighed and nodded.

He placed a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in for another kiss, making her moan softly against his lips as he kissed her gently. She knew if she ever had a "normal" relationship she'd get bored with it in a minute, but she had to admit, when he kissed her softly like that, it almost made her miss when they were together back in Apple Creek.

“But, I’ll try my best to stay sober for you.” He breathed against her lips, and she smirked against his, knowing that there was no way that would happen. He wouldn't be able to resist the drugs at the party any more than she would. He might hold out for a while, but she knew he'd eventually cave. “Besides someone’s gotta hold your hair back when you’re throwing up.” He smirked and she chuckled and rolled her eyes.

The song switched and he stood, pulling her up, making her raise a brow at him as he dragged her towards the other dancers. “Let’s dance.” He said, pulling her close and Kylie smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck. The party was filling fast and she knew, in less than a half hour it'd be completely packed.




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Gracie hopped down from the wall and it was silent between them for a long time as the party didn't break up, but he didn't speak because he really had nothing else to say. “I know Matty.” She finally said and he glanced at her. “And, I love you too. When I see the rest of my life all I see is you. It’s always going to be you, that’ll never change.” She breathed, not looking at him and he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “The day you leave me…will be the day I stop breathing.” She said and he smirked because he knew that'd never happen. “But, I can’t change who I am. I’m a fuck up, a run around, a slut.” She sighed, making him wince, hating that he'd called her that and now she believed it. She wasn't a slut. “Just like my mother. You can hit me around all you want, get pissed off, even kill me. But it won’t change me.”

He sighed, knowing that was true. No matter how hard he tried, he'd never change her. He'd never wanted to though. He loved her just the way she was, even if she drove him absolutely nuts. He watched the dancers, spotting a familiar flash of red hair making it's way through the crowd towards them and he sighed. Bonnie. She was young, and incredibly beautiful, and was always after him for some reason, but, so far, he'd been able to dodge her.

“Hey Matt.” She grinned as she came up to them, like Gracie wasn't even there.

“So there is a rumor going around that you and your old lady are over.” She smirked and he raised a brow as she laced their fingers and asked him to dance. He glanced at the other dancers, then at Gracie, about to tell her no when Gracie spoke up.

“Wow. Word travels fast huh.” She said, rolling her eyes. “He’d love to. Besides it’s only one dance Matty.” She said giving him a smile and he sighed and nodded, turning back to Bonnie.

"Alright." He breathed. "One dance." But before he'd even finished, she was pulling him towards the other dancers.