Page 10 of Gabriel's Salvation

I tried to kiss him earlier after he grabbed at my ass but he just pushed me away, yet again. That seems to be all he does lately. Push me away, almost in punishment, every time I say no to taking our relationship to that next step. I'm a virgin. I had planned on giving it up to him now that he is home but all he's done for the last few weeks is treat me like shit so he doesn’t deserve it. So when I spotted Mr. Mysterious from the bar the other week, I couldn’t resist the urge to see him again.

We spent most of the night getting drunk, even though I switched to plain soda hours ago. I've scanned the bar so many times but it's clear Gabe is no longer here.

The night ends and despite the fact I ask Justin to get the Uber to drop me back at home, he ignores my request and tells the driver we're both going to his place.

We stumble through the door and make our way upstairs. I turn to stay in the spare room as I have many times before when I've stayed with either Justin or Lexi, but he grabs my hand and leads me towards him.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“Come on baby, we're not little kids anymore.”

“No! Your parents won’t like it.”

“Oh sorry, I forgot I was dating a baby who’s scared of everything,” Justin snaps.

“Fine, just to sleep then,” I say, not wanting to get into a huge fight right now.

We make our way down to his room and I remove my jeans but leave the rest of my clothes on and slide under the cover.

Justin slides in beside me and almost instantly his hands find their way under my t-shirt.

“Babe, we can’t do this here,” I whisper, attempting to move his hands, but they don't budge.

“My parents are at some business party and Lexi is probably out with Brett.”

“Come on baby, you're my girlfriend. I've missed you. I just wanna be close,” he says seductively as he begins kissing my neck. See here’s the Justin I know and love, I think to myself before rolling onto my back to let him kiss me.

We begin making out, allowing him to remove my top as he kisses and nibbles at my breasts. He then trails his fingers down my mid-section, heading towards forbidden territory. I feel my skin break out into goosebumps and my breath hitches as I feel his fingers slide inside me. I feel my eyes start to flutter close, but before I get the chance to fully lose myself in the moment, he stops. My eyes flicker open, “Justin . . .” What the fuck is going on? Why did he stop? Did I do something wrong?

“Put it in your mouth,” he demands as he removes his boxers and shoves his dick into my face. And who said romance was dead aye?

I do as he says and open my mouth, before he takes it upon himself to essentially fuck my face. Now our sex life, if you can call it that, is never the most exciting, but usually, it's at least mutual. Yet it's clear this is far less about him wanting to be close with his girlfriend and far more about him just being horny. I hear a loud grunt before I feel the disgusting salty liquid invade my throat and he rolls off me. Geeze, that was so rushed, I didn’t even realize he was close.

I roll over feeling a bit used, so I attempt to kiss him, if nothing else than to bring some intimacy back. But he pulls away. “Eww that's disgusting; I don’t wanna taste that shit,” he snaps, pushing me away and rolling on to his side. “Go clean yourself up!” he mutters with his back to me.

I lay beside him, as the tears roll down my cheeks. This is not the same Justin I used to know. This Justin is a selfish jerk.

I sneak to his bathroom, use the mouthwash to physically wash him away, and then make my way to the spare room, making sure to set my alarm early enough that I can leave and catch the bus before he wakes up in the morning.

Chapter Five

Stacey

The last few weeks have been a nightmare, Justin has gone from bad to worse, showering me with compliments one minute to ignoring me the next. I'm lying on the lounge chair enjoying the sunshine and reading my book when, out of nowhere, I feel a heavy weight sit on the end of my sun lounger. Looking around I expect to see Justin, but am pleasantly surprised to see it’s Lexi holding two bottles of water.

“Hey Freckles, thought you might need a drink. I don't want you burning again and spending the rest of the day in a tomato bath,” Lexi laughs. “Your hair was red for days,” she teases.

“Yours has been red for years,” I joke back.

“Erm, strawberry blonde, actually,” Lexi says as she flips her long hair dramatically. “Mine looks great; yours didn't,” she laughs.

“I was six,” I fake sulk. “When are you going to let me live that down?”

“When the nightmares stop … even to this day I can't look at a tin of tomatoes without having flashbacks,” Lexi cringes and gasps dramatically.

“You're such a drama queen,” I laugh.

“Yeah, but I'm still the best damn babysitter you and your sister ever had. Speaking of which, where is she?”

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