My phone flashed displaying that a message had come through. I flipped it open and saw that Tristan had sent a text.
I’m out the front.
I wet my lips with my tongue and stared down at the words on the screen. Running fingers through my fringe I slipped on some shoes and walked in silence through the house. Opening the front door I stepped into the night and spotted Tristan sitting at the end of the driveway. As I approached he turned and stood up with deliberation, holding his head high as we made eye contact. I stopped in front of him and crossed my arms.
“What do you want?”
Tristan wrapped a hand behind his neck and smoothed his foot across the ground in a nervous circle.
“What do you want?” I repeated more forcefully.
He let out an impatient huff and swung his arms by his side. “I’m sorry Ben.”
I nodded my head slowly as the back of my throat tightened. “I don’t believe you.”
“Awe Ben, come on. I meant no harm,” he said easily with a ready smile.
I held my face in my hand willing myself not to cry.
“Don’t be a queen Ben, you know I love you.”
I narrowed my eyes at him and swallowed repeatedly as my emotions threatened to overwhelm me.
“Follow me,” I croaked and brushed pass him, heading down the road.
I didn’t look back but knew that he was close behind. I led him to the local park which was shrouded black apart from the lamps lining the main pathway. We came to the small brick building housing the park toilets.
“Ben, what are we doing?” Tristan asked with complaint.
I turned on him and grabbed the front of his shirt, my lips meeting his firmly. Tristan tensed but soon relaxed into my embrace and pushed into me greedily. As his hand slid down my stomach I pulled back and slapped him firm across his cheek.
Tristan wheeled back and gave me a look of anger and shock.
“What in the -”
“Don’t pretend you love me,” I shouted, stepping toward him.
“Fuck Ben,” he said, looking as if I’d gone wild.
I beat a fist to my chest. “Do you know the pain you caused?” I asked my voice thick.
“I’m out of here,” he said and turned to leave.
I grabbed his waist and pushed him up against the brick wall behind me. “You think you can use me like that? Treat me like that?” I hissed into his ear.
Tristan twisted roughly in my grip but I pinned him securely with my hands wrapped around his wrists.
“Get the **** off me,” he yelled.
“I want you to know what it’s like to be used.”
I snaked my hands around his waist and began to unbutton his jeans.
“Ben, stop it,” He cried trying to push me away.
“Do you know that my dad hates me now?” I asked through clenched teeth, “that my mum won’t even look at me?”
“Please, I’m sorry,” he pleaded, his voice rising.
His pants came off and I backed him to the wall. “I will use you.”
“Don’t do this Ben,” he said, still trying to escape me.
His hands clawed at my own and he tried to kick my legs away, but with a sudden rush of pure hatred I entered into him roughly. Tristan cried out and his body flattened against the wall. I pushed against him hard, ignoring the sobs and his shaking frame.
“Now you know how I feel.”
And yes, it is a story of a young *** man, and this is a **** scene.
I hope you can handle two major taboo subjects in one lol