8:00 PM
"Fuck... fuck..." I panted. Another booty call from Lydia meant I needed a condom and Gatorade, cause I was not gonna be let out until she had her fill. She wrapped her hands around my exposed, bruised, and lipstick-stained neck. her freshly painted fingernails digging into the sides of it. I whimpered and thrusted into her. She moaned and kept jumping up and down "Please......" I begged I hadn't been allowed to cum this Entire-time and it was driving me fucking batty "One more time... just wait for one more time..." she said reassuringly. After a minute of moans and groans both of her thigh muscles started to flex quite predominantly, her entire body shook, a loud intoxicating moan rolled off her tongue, and another layer of white liquid dripped out of her and onto my rubbered cock. She pulled off of me and fell done beside me "Jesus... your good stiles..." she mumbled "my turn now?" I asked and she chuckled. "I have shit to do." She mumbled. "Okay. I got some work to do anyways... I'll see you tomorrow..." I stood up and put on my clothes "Yeah.. don't forget to bring the pop for movie night." I reminded her in a soft tone "Oh shit yeah... Mountain Dew, Dr Pepper, and Fanta?" She asked and I started to walk out "And coke for Malia. See you tomorrow." I said and left. I checked my phone "8:30" shit... it's pretty late... I quickly got in my car and drove home. I unlocked the house and saw a bottle of whiskey spilled on the dining room table and smelt the liquor from the door. I sighed and went to clean it up "Drunk bastard..." I whispered under my breath and put away the whiskey I walked up the stairs only to see my dad passed out in the hallway. I pulled up my dad by his arm and hauled his 188-pound ass onto his feet. I walked to my fathers' bedroom and laid him down on the bed. I covered him in blankets and turned on the TV for background noise. I closed the door and walked to my bedroom. When closed and locked my door I broke down crying. Not like that was odd or uncommon actually the exact opposite. I'd been doing this every night. I took off my clothes and put on a pair of boxers and a hoodie. Then I walked to the window to get my note. I already fucking knew it was gonna be an angry note. I laid down in bed and started to read
"stiles what the fuck did I say about that bitch?! I told you TOO. STOP. SEEING. HER. why don't you listen?! She's a slut! She's not your fucking girlfriend or your dom! She's a useless hag! GOD. YOU PISS ME OFF SO FUCKING MUCH!! STOP FUCKING SEEING HER! I want you to tell her next pack meeting that you're done with her! Jesus. I want you to text me an apology! Explanation and all. You don't want me to fucking kill her, do you? Don't test me. I'll slit that whores throat and let her bleed out in front of her ugly ass parents. I never liked how touchy Lydia was with you. And I fucking DESPISE you letting her touch my fucking property! Don't your ever fucking forget that every little, needy, pathetic, inch of you is owned by me." I sat down on the note. This useless stalker was threatening me?! Well, he can go fuck himself on that shit. He's the pathetic one... but I have to give in, I can't let Lydia die. I can't let anything bad happen to her. I grabbed my phone and went into my Facebook message
Letmebreakyourback420: look I'm sorry, I am! Please don't hurt her! I'll stop seeing her! I'll text you when I break up with her! Alrighty? I'm sorry! please don't hurt her! I'll do anything just don't hurt her. Please.
Marcussmith55: I won't hurt her if you break it off. But she's on thin fucking ice. You even look at her for too long I swear to god I will send her head to you in a box.
Letmebreakyourback420: I will, I promise. Please just leave everyone out of this.
Marcussmith55: if it's all I have to keep you in line then I'll do what I have to. Cuz I love you.
Letmebreakyourback420: you don't have to do anything.
Marcussmith55: that better be true.
Marcussmith55 replying to Marcussmith55 [
if it's all I ha...] say it back.
Letmebreakyourback420: I'll text you tomorrow. Gn.
Marcussmith55: fucking say it back you useless faggot.
Letmebreakyouback420: Ilyt.
It fucking sickened me to be sweet with a monster like him. I put down my phone. I didn't wanna break up with her, she was the love of my life! But I can't let her get hurt. I can't. I love her. I went under the covers. And closed my eyes. When'll he get here? You know, to "watch over me." I wondered that as I slowly drifted off.
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In the end. (Sterek)
FanfictionStiles started a new job a local quickly mart doing the very early morning shift which lasted from 4 to 10. It worked out pretty well. He goes to collage at 1 pm and leaves at 4,depending on the day a pack meeting, cooked dinner, goes to sleep. But...
