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and I’d much rather be haunted by the sounds of my mother’s last screams than the echoes of my own.
“Pretend I didn’t have an effect on you, and then what, angel? Were you going to touch yourself to the thought of me tonight?”
“Only the loads with blood stains.”
or I’ll put some truth behind those goddamn rumors you spread about me.”
NO WAY
Riley’s nerves make my dick hard.
The faster I get it written, the easier it is to pretend my muse doesn’t have any relation to her.
Maybe this treatment is exactly what I deserve.
Mom was right. God, was she right.
I’ll choose his warmth, even if it means getting burned. At least when you’re on fire, you know you’re alive.
“Don’t you dare apologize while my cock is inside you,”
“Take it,” he mutters, and I can’t tell who exactly he’s chanting to. “Take my cock, pretty girl. Fits you perfectly.”
“And you, Riley fucking Kelly, are beautiful in a way that’d make the constellations weep.”
I can almost forget that I don’t deserve it.
“They’re all dead, Riley. Anyone who ever might have come back to hurt you. I spent the last three years hunting them down and destroying their operation. No one is ever going to come after you again.”
One I punished her for.
He doesn’t even say anything after my spiel; just kisses me and says he can’t miss his flight.
“This was supposed to be my reintroduction into the music world,” he says slowly, gripping the handle of the microphone with his fingers, keeping the pick wedged between them. “Most of you probably know, I went on hiatus about three years ago, because of some stuff that went down that kind of ruined me.”
“I don’t deserve her. I know that much. And I’m sure if I could see her right now, her face would be the same color as her hair. I don’t even know if she’s listening right now, but in the event that she is… well, now she knows. I’m pretty sure you’ve been it for me since the second I laid eyes on you, angel. Three years I’ve been completely fucking obsessed, and I don’t see that ending anytime soon.”
“This one’s for you, pretty girl.”
“Angel,” I say, dropping my hand to the floor, reaching for her. Her eyes are open, watching me, and she scoots closer, her nose brushing my fingers. “I mean it, okay? You’re it for me. Promise you’ll remember that, even when you recall all the shit I put you through.”
“I love your optimism, pretty girl. Don’t let anyone change that, okay? And I know it doesn’t much matter right now, but fuck, I’m so sorry for everything. If I could spend my entire life trying to make up for the way I’ve treated you, I would.”
“You deserve so much more than words, Riley. The entire fucking universe should bow at your feet in awe of your strength and goodness. I must be the luckiest fucker in the world to have gotten to experience you, even for a little while.”
“I love you,”
“No shit? I thought you were just bad at showering.”
Every time, it feels like coming home. And maybe you’re not supposed to find that in other people, but I can’t imagine what a lonely existence it must be to leave your heart with empty buildings only.
