Stop Abusing Me (Under Final Revision)

Chapter 7: Your Coming With Me

Author's Note: Thanks to whoever is still reading! Also I would like to add in that this chapter might not be all that, but it will get better I promise! Are you liking the story so far?

Dylan's POV: 

    As I stood here in the room, my body was stiff as a board and all I could do was just stare at him while he slowly closed his eyes. My heart was in secret relief as to what he said because deep inside me as I tried to fight off the fact that I was straight and not gay. Along with that feeling came hurt and not much of joy.

    If he likes me as he says he does then, why does he hit me? You shouldn't hit or punch someone in the face you like or love. Maybe it is just the way he gets his emotions out.

    I made an ugly face as to what I just thought as my eyebrow bent in and my eyes look down at the floor. Don't girls only do that, right? 

    I blinked twice to get back into reality almost drowning in my thoughts as reality gasped for air. Looking at him now as I found him sleeping with his head leaning to the side of his right shoulder as his back was still against the door. He looked non-abusive as I watched him; he looked like an innocent child. 

    I don't want to just leave him here because that would just be rude. I walked around the room pacing myself going in circles. I am really thinking a lot today.

    I soon stopped in my tracks as a brilliant, but risky idea came into my head. I gave an evil smirk as I walked toward him. Bending down by him, I whispered in his ear as if he could hear me, "Your coming home with me." 

    Now I know what you are thinking, "What the fuck Dylan? He is going to beat your ass!" Well nope because for one, he is going to have a huge ass hangover when he wakes up, two, well...I guess that's it because everything else is just going to play out. Fuck the rest because all I know is, this hot sexy boy is coming home with me. 

    I checked my phone and it was about four o'clock. I groaned as I didn't plan to stay this late. I bet most of the time slipped away from all that fussing.

    I walked towards the door as I looked at Mason one last time and smiling pushing his body away from the door. Going down the dark hallway, down the stairs into the now knocked out party. I mean literally knocked out.

    People that were dancing and stuff were all on the floor passed out with a beer bottle in there hands, only a few barely woke and gazing at me. The DJ was knocked out too in my surprise, but the music was still roaring my ears. 

    Walking around the whole house, I couldn't find Matt or Sarah anywhere and the car was, gone? How could they stupid asses just leave a bitch! As I pouted and whinnied I then seen Mason's buddy car parked out front. I wonder if his friend won't mind if I took it home? Fuck it. Without thinking I ran into the house and found Mason's friend, Ryan, no Rain, whatever and took his keys. With that I jogged up the stars back to that princess looking room.

    Grabbing Mason ripped body made me catch an instant hardness in my pants as my finger ran across his sculpted abs. Oh lord, help me not rape him while he's asleep!

    Tugging at his body and firmly gripping it while pulling, it took me about eight minutes to bring his big ass to the car.

    Out of breath and tired breathing rapidly, it felt like I was about to collapse as well. Taking a deep breath to contain my strength I start the car and got in. This was a nice car! It was a mustang. I am not into mustangs so who gives a shit to what kind or when was it made. Just know it is a damn mustang.

     Hope I don't mess it up. 

    Starting the car up as Mason was now in the back seat straighten out, body looking like a straight line as everything was pointed  out.  I turned my head and gave out a small giggled and smiled. He was the most adorable thing while he's slept. To bad he is going to have to face that hang over tomorrow.

    After driving for about say, fifteen minutes, my eyes began to sag as I felt the bags under my eyes form. I looked at my house and I never been so happy to see it.  My house meant my room and my room meant my bed.

    Dragging my butt to get Mason out the car I dragged my feet to the back side. Opening the door I examined his body," Why do you have to be so buff!" I screamed out in agony. 

    Getting over it in a split second I took my hand and placed them under his arm pits now clinging on his chest as I pulled. Damn, his chest is so hard. 

    Continuing to drag and grab his chest I pulled him by the front door of the house and opened the door. Why was the door just open and not locked? Then thinking of my mom and thought, 'Yeah she is probably drunk and went somewhere." Typical mom. 

    Sighing even more I dragged his body up the steps into the dark and lonely house as the sound of nothing swallowed it hole. 

    Reaching my room I dropped him on my bed then hitting it as well as a sign of relief. My arms were burning as the pain of my lack of excises showed. 

    I just starred at the ceiling for about a good three minutes then turned my head at Mason who was moving on his own now in his sleep. His face looked concern as to if he was having a nightmare. I leaned over him and stroked his hair pulling it back from his face. I wanted to cuddle with him. 

    So with that I pulled off my shirt and my pants and got in front of him as he laid on his side and wrapped his arms around stomach.

    Immediately a tightened grip increased as my eyes flung to look at him from the corner of my eye in stunned notation. Then his body got close to mine as he put his little buddy all on my ass and grinned a little until he relaxed and I heard a loud moan which made me arch my back in pleasure at just the sound of it. My boxers now tightened again for the third time today. If he was going to keep getting me on hard like this I was sure to go nuts. 

    Relaxing myself I closed my eyes drifting away to the world of slumber.