I wipe some blood away from my split lip, it had busted straight open tonight. My fucking eyebrow did as well. That one is going to scar. I curse under my breath as I put the antiseptic on my brow. A black eye and a busted lip. Fucking perfect.

Now, this had all happened because my head just wasn't in the fight game tonight. My thoughts kept straying to a certain fiery, red-headed dragon. Which, she was back to being again. I don't understand what I did wrong but clearly I had done something.

I was still left pondering over the morning after our sexual experience, even several days later. I'd gone back and found her lying there, in my shirt, asleep on the couch. She was just like she had been right before I'd left. But then I'd woken her up, handed her the bag, and the world had flipped upside down again. It flipped the moment she'd opened the bag and pulled out her clothes then the pill box.

She'd stared at it for a moment with a blank look on her face. Then she looked up at me with one that can only be described as pure anger. She'd asked me if I thought she was handicapped or incapacitated. Which, obviously I'd replied with a no. So she'd promptly told me that she was perfectly fucking capable of stopping by the pharmacy herself and had shoved everything back into the bag before going to change in the bathroom.

She'd walked over to the desk afterward and grabbed the whiskey off it. Rae stood in front of me, opened the box, and took the pill with a gulp of whiskey. She cocked an eyebrow and asked if I was satisfied. I didn't even have time to respond before she chucked the fucking box at my face and walked out with my dad's favorite whiskey still in her hand.

I was honestly so stunned I'd just sat there and watched her walk away. It was only after she'd slammed the door that I'd reacted. I'd jumped up and ran down the stairs. Once I left the building she was no where to be found. I called out for her, looked up and down the street, but nothing. She was gone.

I'd tried to talk to her when I got home but she wasn't there. I hadn't even been able to tell her Rhys wanted to talk to her. Even several days later, I've still barely seen her. When I have seen her she won't even look at me, not even a single glance. I thought I'd done the right thing but I guess not.

Now, I'm left wondering what the heck is going on between us. Nothing? Something? It wasn't just a bit of kissing and some oral anymore. It was hot sex and a night spent sleeping in each other's arms. A night where I'd came inside of her while she came all over me. Just thinking about that night has me semi-hard. Great. At least Rhys has class and Rae is wherever she is, so no one can see the fucking tent I'm pitching right about now.

I need to get laid so god damn bad.

I close my bedroom door, take off my towel, and sit on my bed. I lean back onto my pillows and think about how she'd straddled me so perfectly, rode me so fast and hard. Her ass had ground against my thighs as she took me balls deep.

"Fuck," I curse as I close my eyes and begin to stroke myself as I think about it. I picture her perfect, round tits bouncing up and down as she took me. How each of her moans brought me closer and closer to the edge. I pump myself harder, faster and think about how I'd filled her up, how she'd soaked me. We'd made each other a perfectly hot and sticky mess. Hot and sticky mess. I feel my jaw go slack as a deep groan leaves me and I begin to ejaculate into my hand.

Jesus, that was record time.

It takes a few moments before my heart rate slows down and I can properly catch my breath. Once I do, I grab my towel and clean myself up. What am I, fucking fifteen again? I think to myself as I finish wiping my hands off. "Fucking, christ. I'm pathetic."

Usually when I felt like this, horny as fucking hell, I'd just call Sarah. She'd provide me with the means to get off instead of me having to rub one out all by myself. But, after the other night, I couldn't do that. So, here I am, masturbating in my friend's guest bedroom thinking about nutting in his sister. I have serious issues.

I throw on some sweats and a shirt before picking up some of my other laundry. Don't want anyone to think I just wanked into my towel. Not that I had done exactly that, it'd just ended up there.

After throwing it in the wash I head into the kitchen to wash my hands, shaking my head at myself as I do. That's when I hear the door open with a loud bang. What the fuck? I peek my head around the corner to see what or who made the noise.

There's Rae, slammed up against the wall, with her yellow skirt up around her hips as Liam's fingers work between her legs, inside of her. He's kissing her, his hand firmly gripping her jaw as he does so. She lets out a loud moan and the sound of it feels like a fucking slap in the face.

Liam let's go of her jaw, leaving marks there, before grabbing her breast through her shirt. He begins kissing his way down into the crook of her neck. She tosses her head back against the wall with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Then her head turns slightly and she catches my glance.

Rae doesn't say anything. She doesn't even tell him to stop. She just stares at me as he continues to work inside of her. His fingers continue to fuck her.

I shake my head at her, feeling like something inside of me is tearing a little bit. Fuck this shit. I turn and walk away from the scene that was continuing to unfold in front of me. Fuck it all to hell.

"Shit. Liam, stop!" Probably should've said that sooner, Rae. "Wait, Seth-" I hear her call out to me a few more times from the hallway but I don't stop.

Once inside, I slam my bedroom door and lock it. I lean my back up against it and bang my head on the door several times thinking about how god damn stupid I am. I'm such a fucking idiot. Here I am thinking about her and she's with him. She'd just stared at me while he, he- fuck this. I turn and punch the wall to my left as hard as I can, creating a massive hole.

"Seth," I hear her voice at the door "please, Seth. Please just open the door."

"Go fuck yourself, Rae." I grit out, clenching my teeth as hard as I can.

"I didn't know you were home. I didn't see your truck in the garage." She continues to ramble. "I know Rhys has class and I thought you did too or you weren't here. I- I didn't know." I don't respond to her. I just stare at the hole I'd made in the wall. After a few moments of silence she lets out a long sigh. "I'm sorry, Seth."

I can't help but turn around and rip open the door at those words. "Oh, you're fucking sorry, are you?" I shout at her. "Sorry? For what exactly? For storming out on me the other morning or for getting yourself fingered in front of me like a fucking trashy slut?"

"Listen, I didn't think you were home, Seth." Her eyes prick with tears and her jaw clenches. "But just because you saw us doesn't give you the right to call me a fucking trashy slut."

"Oh, I don't? Well, you looked pretty fucking slutty while you stared at me while getting fucking man-handled by that asshole. I mean Jesus Christ, Rae. Come on. You didn't even tell him to fucking stop until I walked away."

"You're such a fucking hypocrite." She seethes. "You can go and fuck whoever you want but I can't? If I'm a slut then you're a bigger one!"

"I haven't been with anyone since you, Rae." And it was the truth, I haven't.

"How am I supposed to know that?"

I shrug saying, "guess if you gave a shit, maybe?"

"I- I just-"

"You're just a slut, I got it."

She looks up at me and I can see the hurt there but more fury than anything. "Fuck. You." She turns and walks away from me but I'm no where near done with her.

"Fuck me? FUCK ME?" I roar. "Are you fucking kidding me, Rae? What is this some kind of sick fucking game to you?"

She pauses in front of her door, "no, it's not a game, Seth."

"Then what is it?" I yell to her backside from my doorway. "Huh? Suck me off then suck him off and then who knows who, right? Maybe I need to go get myself fucking tested since you're obviously open to the entire general public. I thought Sarah was bad but god damn, Rae."

Her shoulders fall forward and a sob escapes her before she practically catapults herself into her room. I stare at her door for a moment, contemplating whether or not to knock it down and continue my onslaught but I don't. I know when I've defeated my opponent. I know when a fight is finished. And this is finished.