The Broken (8 page)

“Hey, bro. I’m
taking off. You need me to cook for you?”

“No, I’ll grab
something later.”

“Don’t work too
late, Blay. See you at home.”

I stop by the
store on my way to get some ingredients to make pasta bake, since
it’s quick and easy to make. When I get to the counter, the
checkout girl is gossiping with her friend, completely ignoring the
fact that she has a customer waiting. I’m about to clear my throat
to get her attention when she speaks.

“So, guess who
came in here last night.”

Her friend eyes
light up, her lips tilt into a giddy smile. “Oh my God, erm wait,
wait let me guess! Johnny Depp?”

“Johnny Depp
wouldn’t shop for himself! God, you’re so stupid sometimes, Mel. It
was Sammy Holder.”

She literally
squeals like a pig and claps her hands together. “No way. He’s
back?”

“Yes way, and
according to Chelsea, he’s back on the market.”

My insides
crawl. Was he ever off the market? Did he have a girlfriend before?
Did he love her? Oh God, I feel sick.

“So, did anyone
ever find out why he refused to date anyone his last year
here?”

My heart
pounds. I knew I hadn’t seen him with anyone that year, but I
assumed he’d kept it away from me out of courtesy. We’d had this
silent agreement of looks and touches,
and
him constantly stating the amount of days until my sixteenth
birthday, and that we would be together once I was old enough.

“Well, Mary
told Jason who told Chelsea he was in love with a girl who couldn’t
be with him. It was some romantic tragedy.” She sighs. “Anyway, he
must be over it now because he invited Chelsea to his house.”

And there’s the
final twist of the knife I’d felt in my stomach since walking up
into their conversation.

“Ahem.”

The checkout
girl’s head spins around towards me. Her name tag reads ‘Ruby’ and
I know she’s new because I’ve been shopping here for years and
never saw her before.

“I didn’t see
you there. Do you need bags?”

I look at the
shopping in my full basket and raise a questioning eyebrow. “How
else would I carry it?”

She begins
ringing up my items. I pay her and smile sweetly.

I pull up and
go straight to Sammy’s house. Jase’s arms wrap around my waist as
soon as I enter.

“Hey, buddy!
How was the zoo?”

He frowns. “I’m
too old for the zoo.”

I run my
fingers through his messy blonde hair. “No one’s too old for the
zoo, Jase.”

“Hey, Twink.”
Jasper grins from the doorway of the kitchen. I walk towards him,
Jase plastered to my side making me stumble a little.

“Hey Jasper, I
just came to get dinner started. Where’s Sammy?”

“I’m here,
Twink.”

I turn to see
him carrying takeout bags. “Chinese okay?”

I lift the bag
in my hand. “I thought I was cooking.”

He tips his
head up, gesturing towards the kitchen counter. I put the bag on
the counter and Sammy does the same.

“Sorry, I
thought it would save you cooking after working all day.”

My heart beats
a little faster as I look at his sincere face. “That’s thoughtful,
Sammy, thanks. I’m just going to grab a quick shower.”

He looks at
Jasper. “Dish this up, Jasp.”

Sammy places
his hand on the bottom of my back and guides me to the front door.
“Is Blaydon home?”

I shake my
head, not trusting my mouth to form words with him touching me.

“Well, I was
hoping to sit down and talk to you both.”

I turn to face
him. “What about?”

Conflicting
emotions play in his eyes.

“What about,
Sammy? Is everything okay?” I place my hand on his arm, his skin
hot to touch. My body pulses with need from the slight contact.
God, we should have given into this years ago. He tenses under my
hand.

“I plan to open
up my own body shop, Twink. Like I always planned.”

I pull my hand
from him. “Here?”

He folds his
arms over his chest. “Well, this is where I live, so yeah. Here.”
Heat flushes my cheeks as anger boils in my veins. The shop was
Blay’s life, the part of him that reminded me my brother still
resided within him. He loved his job and Sammy opening a shop would
risk taking all our business. “You can’t.”

He furrows his
brow. “You know I always planned to have my own shop, this is what
I worked my ass off for in college, to have my own body shop and I
will.”

My body reacts
without my brain’s permission. The slap to his cheek carries
through the house, receiving a gasp from Jase and a cuss from
Sammy. I bolt for the door, running across the lawn. I dig through
my bag, desperate for the key. My fingers grasp the bundle of keys
and I quickly unlock the door, and then I’m being pushed though it
from behind. I stumble into the living room.

“What the fuck,
Sammy?” I scream as he approaches me, stalking towards me like a
predator. If this was Danny, I would quiver, knowing my life was
about to end. But it’s not Danny, it’s Sammy and as he reaches me,
forcing me backwards to the wall, I gasp, filling my lungs with the
thick, lust-filled air in the room. He pins my hands above my head
and forces his weight against me. “Breathe, Twink.”

He smirks and I
bring my knee up and connect with his groin. He drops my hands and
staggers back, bending over in pain. I slip past him and run to my
room, slamming the door, the foundations shaking from the impact. I
jump when the door flies open. “Fuck. That was low,” he growls.

“How can you do
this to us, Sammy? Do I mean nothing to you? I thought we were
friends?”

He lets out a
humourless laugh. “Friends is to tame a word to describe us.”

I glare at him.
“You’re acting like a scorned lover, Sammy.”

He laughs
louder and stalks towards me again. I back up until my ass hits the
dresser. “We were never lovers, but we were a hell of a lot more
than friends before you fucked me over. I should be the one asking
if I ever meant anything to you!”

My heart
thunders against my chest. “You know you did, but stuff
happened.”

“Yeah, I know
something happened, Twink. You let Danny into your panties!”

“Fuck you!” I
scream. The pain of his false statement cutting me like a physical
assault.
I didn’t let him, I didn’t let him,
the young girl
inside me begs me to scream aloud. Release the truth from the dark
shadows that keep me shrouded in their dark lies and secrets.

He rushes me,
and I slap him repeatedly. “I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate
you!” I chant, connecting my palm to his chest over and over, and
then to his beautiful face. He grabs my shoulders and shakes me,
and then his hand comes down on my cheek. It isn’t painful, just
shocking. Even when Danny’s mad at me, he never strikes me. He
prefers to show me how easy it would be to end me without the mess.
He knows he could end me with just a hand to my throat, but his
most torturous punishment is his softness. He is always gentle with
me when he takes my body. He kills me slowly, with softness, and
owns me with fear.

My eyes find
Sammy’s, his blue depths full of lust. Wet need pools between my
thighs.

“You hit me,” I
breathe, my chest rising and falling with every intake of
breath.

“Don’t be
dramatic, it wasn’t hard, and you hit me first.”

I lift my hand
and slap him again. He purses his lips in frustration and then
slaps me back. I inhale sharply, my eyes narrowing from the contact
then pounce on him, ripping at his clothing.

R
iver launches herself at me, tearing at my clothes.
Her soft lips find mine and I groan. She clings to me like a
monkey, her limbs wrapping around me tightly. She weighs fuck all;
both my hands are free to roam as her thighs hold her around my
waist with a firm grip. Her nails scrap over my skin so hard I know
she’s drawing blood. My little Twinkle Toes likes it rough, who
would have thought? Her tongue probes at my lips; I open and
massage my own to hers. She sucks at my tongue, forcing a moan from
me. Her hands move up into my hair, tugging frantically at the
strands. I back her up, swiping my arm across her dresser and
knocking all her shit to the floor, lifting her ass onto the edge.
I pull back from her lips to rip open the top of her shirt. The two
buttons fly in all directions and the tops of her perfect round
tits are displayed in a black lace bra. “Fuck,” I groan, burying my
face in her cleavage. I grasp the opening I made in her shirt and
tear it straight down the middle, exposing her tits and gorgeous
flat stomach. She’s stunning. I reach for the materiel between her
tits and pull, snapping the material in two. Her full, heavy
breasts spill out as the torn bra falls to the sides of her body.
Her hard, rosy nipples stand, straining into tight buds, begging
for my mouth to devour them. I bring my mouth down to cover one
nipple, my tongue tasting, swirling, and sucking.

“Oh God,” she
moans as my hands grasp her ass, squeezing tight. I raise my head
and bring a hand to her hair. I tug her head back and bite down on
her lip, pinching her nipple with my free hand, and she
quivers.

“Yeah, you like
it rough, Twink, don’t you?” I say against her lips.

“Give it to me,
Sammy. Fuck me,” she begs, and my head swims with pure lust,
building up need for this girl. I lift her under her arms and throw
her onto her bed. I reach for her jeans, yanking them open and
pulling them down her legs. Her heavy panting breaths are frantic,
raising those amazing tits of hers up and down rapidly. My dick is
so hard it’s almost painful and I pop the buttons on my jeans to
release some of the strain. My eyes devour the image of River
stripped bare, down to her black lace panties. I devour every inch
of her, submitting her curves into my brain to use every time I
need a release. I’ve seen a lot of females naked, but none came
close to River. She’s pure fantasy perfection. Her skin soft to
stroke but firm under my hand, her tits are full, with a natural
beauty, not like those fake tits that stand to attention and don’t
move if she does. River’s tits have a bounce when I throw her
around; her waist is tiny but her hips are curved to womanly
excellence; her toned dancer’s legs are firm, defined. Her blonde
hair fans out behind her. She looks like a goddess. I loosen my
belt, pulling it free from my jeans, my eyes never leaving her
body. She keeps bringing her legs together so I can’t see the pink
perfection between her thighs, so I grab one of her ankles,
wrapping the belt around and tying it to the bottom corner bedpost.
I run my fingers up from her ankle to her calf, dragging it slowly
up the inside of her thigh. I feel the heat from her pussy the
closer my hand gets to junction between her thighs; her wet need
for pleasure coating her panties. I grasp at the lace brushing
against her pussy and receive a cry in return. My lips turn up into
a smirk.

“Mmm, you’re
fucking soaked,” I tease and she whimpers.

I snap the lace
in a quick tug, pulling the material away, and bringing it to my
nose to inhale her intoxicating scent. “Delicious.”

I reach and tug
her other ankle, spreading her open across the bed. I use the
panties to tie her ankle to the other post, leaving her beautiful
pussy on display. I can’t wait. I dive between her thighs, biting
down, sucking, nibbling, and teasing her. Her hands tug my hair and
position my head to where she wants my lips. I let out an amused
chuckle, then devour her soaking wet pussy, lapping at her juices;
her moans fill the room. I tease and flick my tongue above her
clit, my tongue dancing around the soft pink flesh. When I feel her
breathing increase, I suck her clit into my mouth and slip two
fingers into her liquid heat. Fuck, she’s tight. Her heated walls
close in around my fingers. I crook my fingers to rub the front
walls of her pussy, and she screams out my name, her body pulsing,
her come rushing down to coat my fingers; it’s the sexiest moment
of my life. I growl as I pull away and whip my jeans down, surging
forward and thrusting deep into her dripping pussy.

“Fuck!” I call
out as her hot pussy welcomes my dick with warm, wet need. I thrust
forward into her depths; my mouth finding her hard nipple.

“Oh, God! Fuck
me, Sammy! Harder, harder please, Sammy!”

I have never
been this turned on in my whole life. I can’t get deep enough; I
want to crawl into her skin. I pull out and back in, continuing to
thrust inside her, hard, punishingly. The bed rocks and bangs
against the wall.

“Oh, God,
Sammy!” she moans.

Her hands rake
the flesh on my back. I plant my knees on the mattress between her
legs and pull her up against me, chest to chest. One hand around
her waist, one on the nape of her neck, I impale her down onto me,
getting deeper than I thought possible. I lean back, releasing one
ankle then the other; she takes her freedom, placing her feet down
on the bed beside my thighs and lifts herself up and down my shaft,
continually impaling herself on to me. Our sweat-covered bodies,
slick against each other, move with ease. I bury my face into her
chest, sucking, nipping, and licking at her. She fucks me hard, her
strength and stamina rival mine. She lifts her hips up so my tip is
the only thing inside her, and she rotates her hips.