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Tough Love Part 93; Part 2
Letâ??s see whatâ??ll happen next ;-) *Also sorry for anything graphic. Iâ??m just making this scene real. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Chapter 93; Part 2 The Unthinkable Walking up to the doorstep, I felt nearly invincible. I was looking good, I was able to fit my jeans over my castâ??I knew I would have to air it out eventually but stillâ??and I felt it was okay to live a little â??on the edgeâ? for two or three hours. It was quite obvious the door was unlocked. I didnâ??t even get the chance to open the door because this boy and girl were dancing as they were coming outside. After going around them, I walked into the dark house, which was only glowing because of strobe lights. â??THERE she goes! Hereâ??s my girl.â? I turn my head and see Dylan with a cup in his hand. He was in-between the kitchen and the opening of the house. He was also wearing a flannel top with a Christmas hat on. â??Hey bae,â? Cooper bends down and pecks me firmly. I really wanted to turn my head, but I was doing my best to blend in as well. â??Guys, hereâ??s my girlfriend.â? I didnâ??t mean to, but I turned my head to him like he was crazyâ?¦because he was for saying THAT. â??I didnâ??t stutter baby.â? Then the Naked Nomads â??Boyfriendâ? comes on again. I look up at the ceiling and around the whole room. Now I think Iâ??M going crazy! â??Wait, wait I KNOW that SONG!â? â??Come on, dance with me,â? Dylan says. He grabs my waist and presses us close. It was like Dylan tried to get us to grind, but I would pull us apart. â??Whatâ??s wrong? I thought you were here to dance with me.â? â??I amâ?¦but I donâ??t wanna dance this close.â? â??Well too bad.â? He pecks me again. â??Why do your leg feel so hard?â? I pull Dylan over to the side since he seemed a little out of it. â??The truth is, I ran into a little troubleâ?¦.â? WAIT! I donâ??t want him to think MICHAEL did this! â??I was on this horse, she freaked out and threw me off, then she crunched down on my leg.â? Dylanâ??s eyebrows shrugged, then he started to laugh. â??A HORSE hunh? And what will your next excuse be, hunh? A chicken ate your damn homework?!â? â??No! And STOP mocking me!â? â??You sure Michaelâ??â? â??Michael had NOTHING to do with this Dylan.â? â??Wellâ?¦â? he sighs, â??I believe you Sweetcakes. I was just doing that to see if you were going to tell me the truth.â? Dylan made sure I was his MAIN dance partner on a few more numbers. And although my leg was in the cast, he still didnâ??t seem too concerned with my well-being like he should have. Finally he lets me get a little breathing room. But these group of girls walk up to me. Two out of the three had a cup in their hands. As soon as they started talking, I could smell the alcohol. â??Girl, I heard you came here technically with Dylan Cooper since you didnâ??t show up with him exactly.â? I didnâ??t want to respond, but they stood there like they expected an answer, so I just shrugged. â??I guess,â? I smile. â??You know, heâ??s a good one. But honey, I doubt heâ??s going to be yours for long.â? I try not to roll my eyes. â??What do you mean?â? â??Heâ??s good in bed,â? then she winks. â??But trust me, heâ??s done it to me before. Dylan has walked out on me. â??Hey, thatâ??s not appropriate to say. You know he treats Benzie right.â? Her friend chirps. â??Wait, whoâ??s Benzie?â? â??And so what if heâ??s good in bed, heâ??s a good man with a damn GREAT job! Heâ??s working for the police force now! And all that at twenty-two. Girlie,â? The friend faces me, â??If I was YOU, Iâ??d just keep him happy. Heâ??s a great man,â? she nods her head, â??Really!â? â??Hey, but what about his little brother? Whatâ??s his name again?â? The third friend asks. â??Is it something like â??Orlandoâ???â? The second friend wonders. â??No, thatâ??s what Dylan calls him. Thatâ??s his middle name, but I think his first name begins with a â??Dâ?? also.â? â??But what the hell! Honey you look SO uptight. You need a drink.â? Said Friend #2. â??Oh no, no alcohol.â? â??TRUST MEâ?¦the punch bowl Iâ??m leading you to isnâ??t spiked.â? â??What you mean SPIKED?â? She laughs. â??I know you can tell weâ??re totally drunk, but it really came from wine coolers. I SWEAR.â? â??Okay, okay!â? I go with them in the kitchen and get a little to drink. Then I basically have to shoo â??em off. I sniff the drink but I pour it down the sink. â??Excuse me, can you scoot over so I could see what time it is?â? Someone was standing in-front of the stove, but the clock was behind him. â??Why are you so worried about it? Just dance!â? then he grabs my waist. â??Everyone, if I could have your attention, Iâ??d like to perform something.â? That was Dylanâ??s voice! I run to the opening of the kitchen. He was standing on this rigged-up stage. Then this heavy, but catchy beat comes on. It sounded like it repeating â??assâ?. The crowd began swaying, and I didnâ??t get to stay confused for long because Cooper begins THROWING DOWN! I try not to color code, but I was in UTTER SHOCK by his flow! I thought that M.J. could take a note or two from Dylan. It was when he was in the middle of the song when he tells the DJ to bring the strobe light out to me. I just stood put because I remembered Dylan had gave me this paper with a piece of a rap he had wanted me to say, but as I remembered the WAY he rapped it and as I listen to the music, I DEFINITELY didnâ??t want to say it in-front of all of these people. So as I stood there while feeling like a trapped mouse, the DJ FINALLY moves the strobe light from me and Dylan begins rapping again. He can barely get off the stage as people are congratulating him. Iâ??m surprised but he doesnâ??t look disgusted when he walks up to me again. He just hugs then plants one on me.â? â??You REALLY need to calm down some! Let me fix you some punch, okay?â? â??Okay,â? I nod back to him. â??Iâ??ll be right back.â? He pecks me again. After about two minutes, he comes back. â??Drink up!â? Our short, plastic cups clink, then I take a huge gulp. â??Whoa!â? I say. â??Drink the rest. It tastes good!â? â??Yeah, it tastes like it has ginger ale in it. Reminds me on Thanksgiving when my aunt makes her punch.â? â??Un-huh, just taste it.â? He helps me drink the rest by holding my head back. I faintly hear â??Oh Yeahâ? in the background. I begin to danced with Coop. â??Want another drink?â? â??Please!â? I exclaim. â??OH YEAH!â? I was screaming with the rest of the crowd. â??Another,â? I faintly say. I had actually gotten to the point that I didnâ??t ASK Dylan to get me another cup. â??Damn this punch is good,â? I tell this guy as Iâ??m approaching the punch bowl. I turn around and see two girls kissing. â??I wonder whatâ??s making them do that?â? I ask the same guy. â??Itâ??s the punch,â? he laughs as he walks away. I just shrug and as I put the cup to my mouth, I miss my mouth a little. â??Damn!â? I say. â??Here, let me pour you some more.â? Dylan says. After he does, he leads me to a couch. I chug it down against Friend #1, then while Iâ??m sitting there, Dylan leans towards me, gets ahold of my head, then we begin kissing. I begin to hear whistling in the background, but Dylan secures my body and continues kissing meâ?¦. Before I knew it, I was running around with a bottle in my hand. â??How many drinks have you had?â? Dylan asks me. â??I donâ??t knowâ?¦maybe five!â? I smile then proceed to drink a little more. â??Well follow meâ?¦thereâ??s something I wanna show you upstairs.â? â??Up-staiurs?â? I say. â??Whatâ??s up there?â? â??Something fun.â? â??Oh fun! What fun!â? I say. He yanks my hand. â??Slow down!â? I feel that we were running. â??Hey Dyl, slow DOWN honey,â? I giggle. We were almost at the top of the stairs when I looked to my left. I saw someone who I thought I knew. â??â?¦Donna-ven? Donovan?â? Dylan gets us to the room faster than I thought he could. But I remember hearing someone say â??Dylan? Hey man stop!â? But the door slams behind us. â??Whatâ??sâ?¦whatâ??s going on?â? â??Nothing honey, just relax.â? â??Okay.â? Dylan rubs my arm. â??You knowâ?¦Iâ??ve always like you Lyric. Ever since your daddy showed me a picture of you. Ever since I laid my eyes on you. Iâ??ve always wanted YOU.â? â??The music must be hella up huh?â? This time I was hearing â??Music Sounds Betterâ? all the way from upstairs!â? â??Yeah huh?â? then he lays back as I begin to dance to it. Dylan grabs my waist and as we smile at each other, he kisses me again. Dylan starts to unbutton my vest. â??No, no. Stop.â? I say. â??Come on baby, you know you want this dâ??â? â??Donâ??t say that! Come on, letâ??s get out of here.â? I get up to grab for the door handle, but Dylan YANKS me by the waist and FLINGS me on the bed. â??Dylan STOP!â? I try to push his chest away. SMACK! I gasp as I feel itâ?¦that stinging feelingâ?¦the ringing of my EAR. â??I told you to stay down!â? I look at him in disbelief. Then I aim my foot towards his groin. With all my MIGHT, I squish his knapsack as hard as I could muster. While I dimly hear Dylan crying out in the background, my ears are still ringing, and my fears are doing their best to lead me out of this room. All I kept thinking was â??Get the Hell out of HERE or ELSE!â? â??Get â??chur ass back here. Iâ??m not through with you!â? Dylan had grabbed a CHUNK of my hair and had it pulled back like earlier at the party. My head barely makes it back on the bed. Dylan tore off his shirt as walked towards me. Thatâ??s when I was SURE he had a tattoo on the side of his abdomen. Dylan rips my vest and grabs my head as he roughly thrusts his tongue in my mouth. I stark down on his tongue before pushing him away again. I run for the door again, but as I twist the knob. I noticed we were locked in. We stand there a moment. Dylan just stares at me as I begin to cower in-front of him. â??Please donâ??t do this to me!â? I say through my tears. Iâ??ve already been through this, but Iâ??m sure this would make anyone unhappy. â??You damn tease!â? Cooper snarls through his teeth. â??But Iâ??ma give you what you REALLY want.â? Then he takes another step towards me. With a small pause, he backhands me again. The thud, my weaknesses from all that alcohol, and this shock made the impact mind-boggling, so I slid down the door as I held onto my cheek again. â??You wanna be handled ROUGHLY?!â? Dylan grabs the collar of my vest and throws me back on the bed. Then he lifts my head and pushes it towards the dresser in the room. My body clears the dresser, except for the side of my face. When I feel the area beneath my eye get sliced by the edge of the dresser, I scream out. My flesh might be opened up now, I have no idea, but I feel exposed from it. My hands go to that wound as Iâ??m lying on the floor. But something goes in my head that there is a time to be a lover and there is a time to be a fighter. As of now, Iâ??ve gotta kick some ass! â??Uggggghhh!â? I scream as I push him back. Then I start to kick him and scratch at his face. I did all I had to break Dylan Cooper down as well. I knew Cooper would be tough to fight with because of all of his training. Then I spotted another alcohol bottle in the room, I run to get it, and when I thought I was going to smash Dylan in the head with it, I just scream at him. I CANâ??T BELIEVE he would put us in a situation like this! But when he grabs for my wrist, the glass slips through my hand. Cooper throws me on the ground. â??You wanna fight like a man honey? Then bring it on!â? I do my best to dodge him, but he throws my head on the floor again. This time I struggle to catch a breath as my backside feels crushed from the impact. Dylan flings me up again. All I feel next is a mixture of hot and cold air right before I feel myself crash against a dresser. Iâ??m crumpled on the floor. I canâ??t fight anymore. â??Get up BITCH! You say you wanna fight then letâ??s GO!â? All I could feel was different blows made on my stomach. I even felt something on my damaged leg. But right now, I just wished, actually hoped, no PRAYED on a wishing star that God would just release me of all of this pain. If this is how a Bad Girl had to end, then so be it. I just didnâ??t wanna feel mankindâ??s evilness any longerâ?¦. CRASH!!! I feel wind over my crumpled body again. And I do my best to turn my head to the sound, but thereâ??s no way I can like I used to because Iâ??ve been beat up so bad. All I hear is fighting. â??You wanna beat on somebody?! Then BEAT ON ME!â? All I could hear was merciless punching and not too much action after a while. I barely turn my head to the area of fighting. Then with all of my might, I pull up my weight from the nightstand. I limp over to the two. Who I was seeing was Dylan, but then Michael as well. Michael had Dylan by the hair as he kept PUNCHING him in the face. All I saw was blood on Dylanâ??s nose. â??Punk BITCH!â? Michael was saying. I stood there a moment, not sure how God wanted me to respond. Then I finally shook myself out of this trance and did my best to coax Michael from Dylan. â??You have him good Mike, letâ??s justâ?¦letâ??s go. You got him off of me.â? But Michael doesnâ??t listen. He keeps hitting Dylan. â??Michael,â? I whisper. My throat was starting to hurt, and there was unexplainable damage done to my stomach. â??Letâ??s go,â? I say. Michael looks at me, then as we walk away from Dylan, he turns around to kick him one more time. Then I spit on him. Dammit, he deserves it. How do you beat on ANYONE like that! I only began to worry about what others would think as I heavily leaned on Michael down the treacherous stairs and I saw some people getting out the way. When we got by the car Michael was leading me to out front, I bent down and began to puke. â??Aww damn!â? I hear Michael murmur as he helps me. It didnâ??t even take two minutes before he gets me in the car. We donâ??t say much as we drive off somewhere. When I noticed it was the beach house again, I sigh a little relief though that gesture immediately began some chest pains. When we get into the house, I try to go to Michaelâ??s bathroom to check out the wounds, but he sits me on the couch as he begins treating me. â??Michael, I wanta see my face. I PROMISE you I do.â? He just shakes his head but gets me a mirror. I nearly scream. I donâ??t even know this girl! The right side of my face was the side that â??collidedâ? with the dresser twice. My lip was swollen, especially on the right. I even had remains of blood on my face. â??I wiped that off for you,â? Michael told me. Then I look down and I had my vest on again. I take it off, and all I see is blue, black, and purple all over it. â??Look what heâ??s done to me.â? I begin to cry. But it really irritated my face. â??Come on Lyr, for me, donâ??t do this. Donâ??t cry, be strong!â? Michael said. He was probably referring to my injuries. â??My leg!â? I remembered. Michael helps me to get my boots off, then my jeans. â??Heâ??s messed with it some but it doesnâ??t look worse. I donâ??t know if I should get Newmanâ??s attention or not.â? â??Donâ??t.â? I look at him sternly. I barely get a wash up that night, and Michael was the one to do it for me. â??But itâ??s cold Michael!â? â??I have to do this if you want it to heal.â? He lays the bag of ice thatâ??s covered with paper towels on my stomach. I had took two pain pills this time, despite the warnings because I knew ONE wouldnâ??t be enough for my leg AND the rest of my body. â??Michaelâ?¦donâ??t leave me,â? I kept saying. â??Iâ??m not LEAVING YOU Lyric. Iâ??ll be RIGHT HERE as you wake, okay honey?â? I lay my head on his chest, and as my eyelids close, I clench onto him with my fingernails. Things were at the least stable until I began to experience a TRUE hangover. oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Wow! Now read on when the post is made :) -Aariyan ;) Also all songs go to their rightful owners. And the song Dylan was performing with was â??A$$â? by Big Sean. But the creation of the song, for this story purposes, will make more sense later on.
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