Ugly girl

I chuckle at his back as he pulls me down the hallway and slams me up against a bedroom door without warning. I'm left breathless as his body squeezes the air from my lungs and he devours my neck.

I haven’t had sex since…no. I can’t think of that now. This is different. So much different.

I try to relax my body. I want this. I don’t care that Damian is just some random guy, and a guy that I barely like at that, but he’s not him and that’s all that matters right now. Maybe I could get this over and done with and come out the other end realizing that I’m capable of moving on. Maybe it’ll even be fun. One thing’s for sure, I’m never going to be able to move on if I never allow myself to open up and be vulnerable around a man.

I need this.

The music downstairs fades out at the end of the song and it becomes increasingly clear that the bedroom behind my back is already occupied. I grin up at Damian only to have fury ripple through his features, clearly not enjoying the fact that what must be his room is being used by someone who is not him.

A low murmur rumbles through the wall before the familiar tone of Maze’s high-pitched moan comes following after, making me laugh that much more.

Damian reaches around me for the door handle but I stop him. After all, a girl has got to have a friend’s back. If she’s currently getting her world rocked, then we should do the decent thing and wait for her to finish or at least go somewhere else. I mean, I’ve never screwed on a washing machine but I’ve only heard good things. “We’ll go somewhere else,” I murmur, making him look back at the door, torn between busting the guy in his room and taking me somewhere to bury himself inside of me.

Maze’s panting comes flowing through the wall again and I’m just about to pull Damian away when the next words out of her mouth have me stopping in my tracks. “Why do you hate her anyway?” pant. “She’s been through so much,” pant. “Do you know,” groan, “Anton Mathers murdered her parents? She was only a kid. The story she told me…oh, fuck,” she screams. “It was so messed up.”

The fuck? So much for a girl having a friend’s back. What the hell was that? But more importantly, who the hell is she betraying my secrets to?

I knock Damian’s hand out of the way and throw the door open with everything I’ve got. The door slams so hard that the handle on the other side becomes lodged in the drywall, holding it open.

I storm into the room on wobbly legs with rage burning through me only to find Maze straddling Slade’s hips as he sits up against the headboard of the bed. His hands are on her waist, controlling her movements as she rides him like some kind of cowgirl.

Their heads instantly whip in my direction as Damian follows me into the room. “What the fuck, man?” Damian growls, watching the scene before him as Maze’s eyes grow big and horrified, knowing damn well that I’ve heard every fucking word.

Regret flashes strongly in her eyes and she attempts to pull herself off of Slade but it’s too fucking late. The damage is done. She betrayed my trust to the dark side, all so she could get the fuck of a lifetime.

I was wrong, this bitch ain’t no friend of mine. It turns out that all a girl can rely on in this life is herself. So, without a word, I turn on my heel and stalk out the door, more than happy to never see her again.