Love, Drugs and My Dad's Bestmate! (WATTY AWARDS)

Chapter Four; The Awkward silence

My hands grew sweaty as I reached up to my neck and noticed the scarf had shuffled down a bit, exposing the love bite. He quickly grabbed my wrists and forcefully pulled me out of the car and down to the back of the club where nobody was. 

"Please, Brendon. Dont." I begged. Tears were forming in my eyes. "I can explain it."

He pushed me up against a wall, one hand roughly wrapped around my waist while the other made its way to my scarf. I suddenly felt the breeze hit my neck as he threw my scarf on to the hard pavement.

"Please do.." He hissedm his eyes never leaving my neck. I tried to loosen the grip of his hand that was digging into my back causing me to wince in pain.

"'Who?" he said harshly. "And don't you dare fucking lie to me. I've just lost a lot for defending you? And defending what? Someone that cheats on me?"

I didn't know what to say, I knew I had to tell him the truth. It wasn't in my blood to lie to my boyfriend, my mother taught me better then that. I looked up at him, his eyes were waiting impatiently for an answer. I just couldn't say the words.

I tried to move to the right, desperate for an escape but his hand quickly slammed on the wall trapping me between him. "WHO?" he shouted. 

"M-M" I felt the tears slide down my face as I looked him in the eye. "My dad's mate." I looked down not wanting to face the anger that was washing over him.

I felt his weight shuffle off me and from my right i heard a big bang. I gasped looking to the side of me so quickly, his fist collided with the wall. His teeth we're clenched together and his chest was moving up and down at an alarming rate. I looked at him startled. It was as if he was a different person, a cold heartless man.

In a matter of seconds he had his hand round my waist again, pulling me close to him. 

"Brendon." I tried to carm him down, "We didn't do anything I promise you." I said truthfully.

He pushed me back against the wall bringing every little space that was between us together. His head went to the other side of my neck, kissing it hard. 

"Brendon?" I whispered suddenly scared as I felt him moan against my neck. It's like his anger changed with a mix of lust as he forced his hand under the bottom of my dress making it ride up inch by inch, exposing my black laced knickers.

"Mm" he mumbled back.

"What are you doing?" I tried to push him of me but he didn't even move. He stopped and looked back at me. 

"Crystal, you're mine. Don't you ever leave me, i couldn't bare it. I need you. I need you baby.' He slowy broke down and burried his face in to my neck, i felt his tears rubbing against me, warm and moist. 

'Please dont cry Bren, I'm sorry.' I started to cry myself, making him finally lean back, his face inches away from my own. He wiped one of my tears away with his thumb.

"Crystal." he said in barley even a whisper.

I looked down not wanting to even look at him right now, I felt ashamed. I felt his hand gently guide my chin back up so I was looking at him. His eye's showed just how sorry he was as his forehead lent across mine. "Crystal,' he moved a piece of hair softly behind my ear. 'I'm so sorry, I just was angry and I wanted him to know your mine.. not his." I looked at him in disgust.

"Dont ever touch me like that again."  My mother wouldn't of wanted this, I look and feel like a slag. I cried softly whilst Brendon leaned me against him letting me cry into his shoulder. I felt his hand start to gently rub my back. 'I'm sorry.' He whispered. I was overwhelmed with mixed emotions. The feelings of embaressment for letting Tyler do what he had done, the anger pulsating through me from Brendon treating me like i was his property. I just wanted to go home and cry. 

The car ride home was more than awkward. The silence was filling the open air and every now and then I would catch Brendon look at me as if debating weather he should say something or not.

Thats why I was more then happy when I noticed we was driving down a similar road that would lead to my fathers house sometime soon. I sighed in relief causing Brendon to scowl at me before shifting his eyes back to the road.

I felt the car come to a stop and couldn't reach the door handle fast enough, only it wouldn't open.

I felt Brendon tapping on the wheel, "Arn't you forgetting something?"

I turned to face him, confusion written all over my face. "If you're expecting me to give you a kiss goodbye Brendon, then no, I haven't forgotten anything." I was growing impatient now, I just wanted to snuggle in bed and think things through. Brendon's mood swings being one of them.

He turned to face me, his eyes swirling with so many different emotions.

"Please, i'm so sorry, give me another chance. You know im crap at this." His eyes looked watery as if he wanted to cry but he was holding it back. "You have to understand, I hate him, do you know how much I want to go into that house and kick the living shit out of him?"

"No! Don't you understand Brendon that you do this every single time I even look at a man? It's da-ja-vu all over again. You get mad, you hurt me somehow, you say sorry and me being the stupid girl i am, i always forgive you.'

I saw his shoulders tense before relaxing them again, "If I recall i'm not the one in the wrong here.. you are."

We we're both staring at each other not willing to break this intense bond we had going on. I sighed, he was right. A sudden feeling of guilt washed over me, it was me that had allowed Tyler to do this to me. It was me that had tried to cover it up from my boyfriend instead of just telling him the truth. "I'm so sorry."

He looked taken back as he lent over and gave me a quick peck. "Don't let it happen again."

I heard the door click meaning he had unlocked it. I quickly stepped out before closing the door after me not even finding the courage to say goodbye. His last words slowly tearing me up inside. Don't let it happen again. Can I? Am I strong enough to get over this attraction that I have for Tyler?