Angel Scars

Chapter Eleven

Once everyone was asleep, I texted Ryan. I asked him if I could still come over. He replied pretty quickly that I could if I don't get caught in the process.
I sneaked quietly and carefully out of my bed so my grandma couldn't feel me get out of bed nor hear me. It was a success. I applauded myself. But before I could officially do so, I headed into the kitchen to the dim light of the stove on and dishes put all away. It smelled like lemons as my mom loves to keep her kitchen smelling and looking nice at the end of the night.
Realizing that everyone must be asleep, I quietly grabbed my keys off the key ring and bolted straight to my car. I breathed a sigh of relief; I did it. I snuck out for the first time.
I texted Ryan to let him know that I was on my way and drove off. Even though it was eleven o clock at night, I decided to have my volume up in my car and all the windows down as I was hyped up on the euphoria of leaving the house to go see who I think is the love of my life.
Shortly there after, I pulled into his driveway and texted him that I was here.
As quickly as I texted him, he was outside and instantly swooping me up for a hug and of course a little bit more.
His lips crashed into mine, that feeling of euphoria erupting every single one of my five senses. I started quivering, moaning into his mouth.
"Do you like that, baby?" He growled into my ear, nibbling.
"I do." I moaned once again, gripping his shirt, pulling him closer to me.
I opened my mouth slightly, wanting to feel his mouth onto mine once again. I sneaked my tongue in his mouth, his tongue following suit. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, feeling its rhythm in other places downstairs. The effect this man has on me is literally insane. I could feel my legs trembling underneath me, almost losing my balance. As on cue, Ryan swooped me up, my legs wrapped around his waist, holding on for deal life.
"We're taking this into my bedroom." He growled. Ryan glanced at me, looking me up and down while I was straddling his waist. I could feel my face get really hot. I nuzzled into his shoulder, hiding my face from his intoxicating gaze.
Before I knew it, Ryan decided to throw me on to his bed, once again looking me up and down. I eventually caught his gaze, and let it hang in there for a few seconds. I returned the favor by taking him in.
He was wearing black and grey stripped pajama pants and a Motionless in White band tee.
I inspected his lips. As I did so, he looked at me again his licked his lips. I felt my thighs squeeze together, trying to contain my arousal that's been pooling underneath me.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, and take off your clothes?" He snaked around me, whispering in my ear. We made eye contact once again while he tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, only for it to fall back in my face as they're too tiny to hold that amount of hair.
"You're gonna have to take them off me." I squeaked. Please for the love of God, chill out.
"Oh yeah?" He snarled. "What's the fun in that?" His eyes burning into mine. His snakebites tugging around his lips as he smirked at me.
I couldn't hold in that temptation any longer.
I pulled my shirt over my head, stood up and unbuttoned my pants pulling them off me before I sat back down on his bed, revealing almost everything to Ryan.
"Come here." He said as he pulled me closer to him. My ass barely on the edge of his bed. I squealed a little bit as I could feel his hands gripping me tightly on my thighs, leaving fingerprints.
Before I could think of anything, let alone the pain that washed over me, he picked me up off his bed just to get to the other side. To me, it seems like he loves to pick me up and throw me around like a rag doll. Though, I don't have any complaints. I actually love it.
I could tell Ryan got lost in his thoughts as I did as well. I looked up at him to see him glaring in between my legs. I get so self conscious about everything when it comes to my body.
"Are you getting wet just from me kissing you?" He asked, caressing my thighs. I furrowed my brows at him, not realizing what he was meaning until I spread open my legs to see my pussy glistening with my arousal. I turned over, shoving my face into my pillow, avoiding his gaze.
"Get your ass over here right now." Ryan growled at me. As he said this, he pulled me away from his pillow that my face was smooshed in.
I couldn't help but to yelp out with how quick he pulled me.
Before I think anymore again, he started to rip my panties off my body and threw them on the floor. I looked at him in shock as they were torn into two pieces.
"Those were my favorite pair!" I whimpered.
"Well that's too damn bad." He got to close into my face that I could feel his breath down my neck. I shivered from pleasure feeling coming down my spine, leaving goosebumps all over my body.
I looked up at Ryan, the shock of my panties wearing thin, and he was staring at me like I was a piece of meat he couldn't wait to eat; devouring me with his eyes and even his hands; trailing his fingers down from my neck towards the entrance of my pussy.
"I can tell you're all ready for me, aren't you?" He looked at me but I couldn't help but to hide my face in my hands, face turning bright red.
"Look at me. Now." He growled at me. "Look at me before I devour you." I immediately threw my hands up in the air, wondering what he meant. Is he gonna eat me out or just fuck me?
"O-okay. I'm sorry."
"Hmm." I heard him mutter.
"I think you deserve a punishment. You've been naughty. Don't you think, kitten?" I could feel my pussy quivering at being called kitten. I moaned in response.
"Good girl." He replied. Running his hands up and down my thighs. Next thing I know, Ryan decided to immediately, full force, out of nowhere thrust himself instead of me. I gasped out loud from the impact. I wasn't expecting that. Fuck.
I realized that this time around since we've had sex the first time, it didn't hurt as bad this time. It actually felt good.
"You take my cock so well, baby." He moaned as he thrusted more inside me. I couldn't get my words out of my mouth as I gripped his biceps, nails digging in. Almost drawing a little bit of blood.
Believe it or not, I'm very awkward when it comes to sex. Second time around with Ryan, though. It just feels amazing, regardless.
"Fuck." He grunted. Ryan's size honestly is a lot to take in but it does hurt so good.
"Faster. Please." I begged.
"Anything for you, baby." He chuckled softly as he picked up the pace. I arched my back in response.
"R-Ryan. Oh my god." I muttered.
"Good girl." He replied. As he was thrusting inside me, I could feel the pleasure building up inside of me, deep down in my belly and my pussy. I shivered, my legs starting to give out on me.
"That's right. Keep moaning, kitten. I love to hear it." Ryan said as he kept thrusting inside me. Next thing I know, I feel his thumb rub against my clit. I tried my best to contain myself, but I just couldn't any longer.
"Holy fuck." I yelled out. No longer feeling the awkwardness. Especially since Ryan doesn't live with anyone, we can be loud as we want.
"That's it, baby. Keep going." He whispered, still thrusting.
I could no longer hold it in. I need that release. I just let it all go.
"I'm close too, kitten." He growled. "Cum on me."
Everything that happened earlier with my parents and grandparents getting on my ass about me cutting, me needing to share my bed with my grandma all went out the door.
I let out a loud moan while Ryan did the same, us climaxing together in sync. That wave of euphoria hit me once again. A feeling I never want to ever want to lose.
"I could go on all night if you let me." Ryan said as he got up. I winced slightly as he pulled his cock out of me.
"Well, unfortunately not tonight. I'm sorry." I replied. I don't know why, but I felt bad.
"Don't ever apologize for that. It's okay, kitten." Ryan winked at me as he cleaned himself off.
I went into his bathroom, flicking on the light to see better. Though, I got blinded by the light as my eyes had to adjust. I cleaned myself up as well. Throwing on my clothes from the floor of his bedroom. I sighed, looking down at my panties torn.
"Thanks a lot, asshole. I don't like going without panties." I rolled my eyes at him.
"Here, throw these on." He walked over to his dresser, throwing a pair of his boxers at me. I smiled at him in response.
I grabbed my phone, checking the time. Shit. It's 2 in the morning. I still have time but I also don't want to risk anything.
"I should get home. I don't wanna risk getting into trouble." I looked at Ryan who was causally laying down in his bed. He pouted at me before I could finish my sentence.
"I know I know. I'm sorry. But you know I can't stay fully." I replied. That feeling of awkwardness is slowly creeping in. I sighed, getting frustrated with myself. I sat down on Ryan's bed, feeling defeated.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asked.
"I just wish that I didn't have to feel like I'm under my parent's control. I'll be an adult soon and yet there's nothing I can do." I could feel the tears coming in, my eyes burning.
"Baby, please don't cry. It'll be okay. We'll figure it out one way or another." He promised. I leaned against me, feeling his arms wrap around me. I nuzzled into his chest, allowing him to comfort me.
I sighed. Not wanting to let him go. I eventually did even though I didn't want to do that. He sighed right along with me, knowing how much we both hate doing this.
"I'll try to see you again soon, kitten." Ryan lifted up my chin, placing his lips slowly on mine. I want this to last forever.
Ryan pulled away, making me look into his eyes.
"I love you, Angelica. Please remember that." He looked at me with sincerity in his eyes. I couldn't believe what he was telling me. He loves me.
I had to wrap up the courage to say this straight to his face.
"Are you sure you love me or is it just because I'm a quick fuck?" He looked at me, brows furrowing in response.
"Angel." I winced when said my nickname. Only a select few of people call me that.
He took my hands into his. Feeling his gaze, I couldn't help but to look up at him. I know I hurt his feelings, but I had to ask.
"You're more than that to me. If I didn't love you, why would I bother saying anything? Really and truly think about that." He sighed. I could feel my eyes burning with tears as he said that. He does have a point.
"I-," I tried to muster out. I couldn't find the appropriate words to express my feelings.
"It's okay. Get going, kitten. You need to go home. I don't want you to get into trouble." He smiled and winked at me but I did notice that it didn't reach his eyes. I could tell I definitely hurt him more than I thought I did.
Way to fucking go, Angelica.
Too stunned to speak, I slowly made my way to the car. Locking myself in the second I sat down for fear of being targeted by a creepy stranger lurking in the middle of the night.
Letting it all go, I sobbed. I sobbed so hard that I could barely breathe and make out any noise. The way I treated Ryan, the way I spoke to him at least was awful. I know I shouldn't have assumed but damn. What would a good looking guy like that want with you besides a quick fuck, anyways?
Driving home, I cried. I cried so hard that I could barely see but managed to make it home.
Quickly and quietly, I opened the door that lead to the living room only to see a dim light in the living room, which usually isn't on at night.
"Where were you?" I heard a voice say. I jumped in response, squeaked a little bit as I was startled. Sniffling my nose and wiping away snot.
"I-uh. Nowhere." I fumbled over my words, forgetting what happened with Ryan. I could feel my heart coming up in my throat, the adrenaline kicking in from fear.
"Just be honest with me for the love of God, Angelica." The voice in the darkness made me jump once again.
Before I knew it, my mom appeared out of nowhere, making me tense up.
"Be honest with me. Where were you? I noticed you were gone when I went to use the bathroom."
I sighed in response.
"You should know where I was." I rolled my eyes. My mom sighed as well.
"Well, you're grounded from leaving the house. Only school and wherever I need you to go." My mom crossed her arms in frustration.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and went straight to my room, throwing my shit down on the floor.
I can't do this anymore. I'm almost an adult and I get treated like I'm a child. The voices in my head wouldn't shut up, once again. I knew what I had to do.
Cut yourself, you're nothing.
Pulling out my razor, I slowly pressed down on my wrist, scraping it along my older scars, wincing at the pain.
"Ah fuck." I whispered.
"Angel?" I heard another faint voice whisper.
I dropped my razor in shock, gasped, not realizing whose voice it was til it hit me. It was my grandma.
Here we go again.