Break My Fall (21 page)

Kyle pulled it out of my hands.

“What is your problem?” I practically screamed, shoving him away.

“Your drunk princess, come on, let me take you to bed.”

He tried to take my hand and I snatched it away.

“Why? So you can sneak out on me again? I don’t think so,” I snorted, backing up.

He stepped closer, grabbing my shoulders, “You can walk out of here or I’ll carry you out, either way you’re coming with me,” he threatened.

His breath blew into my face; it was obvious from the smell of alcohol on it, that he was drunk.

I could see his friends were watching us, along with the rest of the room; we were making a scene, and for once I didn’t care.

“Careful Kyle, you wouldn’t want to give any of your dates the wrong idea,” I snarled, my voice layered with sarcasm.

He moved so fast I didn’t have time to react.

Kyle threw me over his shoulder, and carted off into the hallway.

He dropped me down, slamming my back against the door of the cupboard under the stairs.

His lips crashed into mine.

My hands moved of their own accord, reaching up to grab his hair, desperately clinging to him.

Our lips attacked each other viciously.

I was overwhelmed by the angry passion I felt for him.

I pressed myself into him, loving the feeling of him possessing me.

I bit down hard on his lip, causing him to grunt in what seemed pained pleasure.

One of his hands pressed into my hip, the other gripped my hair, holding my face hostage to his passionate onslaught.

He softened the kiss, pulling back to look into my eyes, he stroked my nose with his.

“You drive me fucking crazy.”

My heart flipped in response.

My face burned.

“We have to talk,” he whispered.

“Yeah,” was all I could say.

My breathing was erratic, my cheeks burning.

“Come with me?”

He tugged my shirt playfully.

“Now?” I asked, uncertain as to whether it was a good idea for us to go anywhere alone together, with this clammy welt of lust wafting around our heads.

“Now.”

Only two options occurred to me in that moment, the first to run back to my room and avoid Kyle Carter, go back to pretending it was just friendship between us.

The second was to give in to my fears and embrace my feelings.

Would my life ever go back to normal again?

Did I want a normal life?

I chose the second option, realizing there and then that there had only ever been one choice.

Kyle held my heart in his hands.

He moved his hand, flattening it against my lower back as we walked towards the stairs.

Sparks coursed through my veins as I tried to remain composed.

We walked up the steps, and I blushed deeply from the audience of people watching us.

I wanted to hold his hand or wrap my arm around him, anything to claim my stake, but I was too unsure of how he might react to tempt it.

He opened my bedroom door and gestured me in.

I stepped inside and he followed, closing the door behind him.

I sat down on my bed, feeling awkward.

I folded my arms around myself and waited for him to make a move.

He didn’t.

He stayed by the door.

“Would you like to sit?” I asked nervously.

My head was swimming from the alcohol.

He looked at me for a moment.

Rolling his shoulders, he broke away from the wall, came, and sat beside me.

He shuddered, “I shouldn’t be in here.”

I shrugged nervously, “I’m glad you are.”

His mouth turned up in a half smile.

“Here I got this for you,” he said.

Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a small square box and handed it to me.

I gasped, “You remembered? Kyle, you didn’t have to…“

“Of course I remembered, and I wanted to, Happy Birthday princess.”

I looked down at the box and a tear slipped from my eyes.

He remembered.

He was the only one who had. No one else had remembered.

Sniffing, I tore the paper off and lifted the lid, revealing a pair of white gold earrings with my birthstone in the center of each earring.

“Thank you Kyle,” I whispered.

I climbed onto his lap and threw my arms around his neck.

He stiffened for a moment, then his body relaxed and he hugged me back.

One hand rubbed my back; the other smoothed back my hair.

Leaning back to look at me he chuckled, “It’s just a pair of earrings. You deserve so much better.”

I didn’t think he was talking about the earrings anymore.

He noticed the tears on my face and frowned.

Moving his hand from back, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over my cheek.

He leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips.

When he tried to ease back, I pulled his face back down to mine.

Our lips crushed together.

Kyle groaned, and had me on my back me in one swift movement.

His weight on top of me was ecstasy; his hardness pressing my softness.

I cried out when he lifted his weight from me, but quietened when he pulled off his shirt.

Reaching down, he parted my legs and fitted himself between them.

His lips kissed my neck, his tongue licked my throat and I was lost in pleasure.

I didn’t know if it was because he was drunk that Kyle was touching me, but he was touching me, finally, so I kept my mouth shut.

He remembered my birthday, and he bought me a gift, that had to mean something…

His hands slipped under my shirt, sliding up to cup my breasts.

My body trembled from the way his skilled hands circled and squeezed my breasts. I whimpered into his mouth.

That seemed to drive him wild.

He pinched my nipples, tugged with just the right amount of pressure and I cried out his name.

“Mmm that’s it princess, I want to hear you screaming out my mother fucking name.”

He slipped his hand inside my shorts, and traced his finger against the cusp of my panties.

“You’re so fucking wet baby,” he growled, ducking a finger inside my panties.

He stroked my clit, his fingers slicing between my wet folds.

I bucked against him screaming in pleasure.

His silenced my screams with his mouth, the rhythm of his tongue matching that of his fingers.

I clung to him desperately as I felt the newly familiar drive building inside me, rising higher, faster, I felt him move his hands to his jeans, undoing his zipper.

My bedroom door flung open and I heard an angry scream.

Kyle jerked off the bed, leaving me spread out flat on my back.

“Jesus fucking Christ Rachel.”

I froze on my bed, as I watched Kyle slip a hand inside his jeans and uh…rearrange himself.

“You piece of shit, you promised me. Your goddamn loyalties should lie with me,” Rachel screamed.

Her hand lashed out and she struck Kyle in the face, hard.

“You owe me Kyle after what you…”

“Don’t fucking go there Rachel, not here,” he warned, rubbing his cheek as he looked over at me.

I scrambled up, getting ready to run.

Rachel’s attention turned to me and her eyes tightened.

“Her Kyle, really? I’ve tolerated everyone else because you promised. But her? You’re different with her, why? You said it yourself she is a fucking hillbilly hick. Why is she different from a thousand others?”

Uh no, I wasn’t staying here listening to this, I was out of here.

I tried to scoot past but Kyle grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down on the bed,

“Sit down princess, this is your room,” he said almost desperately before turning to Rachel.

“If you want to keep your shit to yourself then get the fuck out of here now, because I’m just about ready to lay it all out there Rachel.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

She screamed and actually stomped her foot.

“Fine.”

She stalked out, stopping at the door.

“You think you’re so special now hick,” she hissed at me, “But I wouldn’t get too comfortable if I were you. You are always going to be second best. He’s mine. He is always gonna be mine bitch.”

She slammed the door out.

Kyle cursed loudly.

He crouched down in front of me.

“Princess…” he whispered, reaching out a hand to touch my face.

“Don’t touch me.”

I leapt away from him and ran out into the hallway, down the stairs.

I heard him call my name but I couldn’t look at him right now.

I needed him to back off and give me space.

The kitchen was empty when I burst in.

The party had cleared out.

Thank god for small mercies.

I leaned over the sink, striving to compose myself.

“What you heard back there, it’s not what you think,”

“Go away Kyle. I don’t need any explanations. Go back to your girlfriend.”

Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, I turned to face him, “And whoever else you’re fucking.”

He groaned in frustration.

“She’s not my… it’s complicated.”

He dragged his hand through his hair, and hissed loudly.

“I bet it is Kyle, it must be complicated trying to decide which woman to fuck. But maybe not so hard for you since I’m such a fucking hillbilly hick.”

He strode towards me, pressing me against the sink. “Watch your language,” he warned, “Don’t say that about yourself.”

I clenched my fists at my sides.

“That’s what you see me as though, isn’t it?” I spat, “You used me Kyle, like a cheap whore. You led me on.”

He flinched, his eyes narrowed, “Well if you weren’t so fucking easy we wouldn’t be here. I tried to keep this from going any further. I warned you. But you keep fucking throwing yourself at me,” he hissed, “You’re a fucking tease Lee…”

My blood ran cold and my hand swung out before he could finish what he was saying, connecting with his face.

“You bastard,” I shouted, tears flowing freely from my eyes.

His expression was one of pure rage.

He grabbed my wrist, squeezing it painfully tight. “Don’t.Ever.Fucking.Hit.Me.Again,” he roared into my face and I cowered.

My breath came in fast pants and my heart was palpitating.

I was terrified.

We stood frozen like that, as Cam burst into the room with Derek following behind.

“What the hell is going on?” Cam shrieked, and my attention turned to her.

Her face looked shocked as she took in the situation.

“Kyle man, let go of her,” I heard Derek say.

Kyle had my wrist gripped in his hand, and I was whimpering in his grasp.

I couldn’t feel the pain now.

This was bad.

My anxiety turned into a full-blown panic attack.

Derek grabbed Kyle’s arm and jerked him away.

He seemed to notice he was still holding my wrist and gasped, releasing me quicker than lightening.

I sank to the floor, shaking, crying fitfully.

I couldn’t breathe.

I hugged my knees and rocked, urging the painful images of my past to leave.

But the voices of my past wouldn’t leave;
“You’re a little whore. That’s all you’ll ever be.”

“
I should have drowned you in a barrel when I brought you home from the hospital.”

“
You’re a little cock tease aren’t you?”

“
It’s your fault she’s dead. You killed your own mother.”

“
You want to defy me? Go out with boys like a little slut? Let’s see what boys look at you now.”

I could hear the sound of his belt.

I could taste the blood in my mouth.

The fear was climbing in my throat.

I couldn’t stop the strangled screams coming from mouth, as I struggled to breathe.

I shook my head trying to rid the memories from my mind.

I couldn’t close my eyes.

I wanted to, but I was too afraid of what would come next.

“Jesus,” Kyle hissed.

He grabbed his hair with both hands.

“What the fuck Kyle?” Cam shouted, as she ran over to where I was crouched.