It Started With The Cereal

Not the Best Plan

Franco sees me. He's infuriated.
At this point, I have no idea what he's capable of. I'm scared of what he could do and I don't hear any police sirens yet.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I scream at Francisco.
He smiles this wicked, disgusting smile at me.
My instinct is to fight, so I kick him in the knee, then reach for his arm.
He jerks it back, cutting a deep gash into my arm.
"Mother fucker!" Lannan yells, grabbing Francisco by the throat.
That all changes quickly.
Franco pushes the bloody knife up to Lannan's neck, shoving him hard back up against the same car.
My arm is actually bleeding atrociously, so it's freaking us all out actually.
"Don't you fucking move!" Francisco yells at Lannan.
Lannan smirks and says, "you won't do anything, pussy."
At that, Francisco slams him to the ground, dropping a knee on Lannan's  chest.
I rush over getting my arm wrapped around Francisco's neck. I jerk him back so he's off of Lannan.
I hear the sirens, so it throws me off. Franco grabs me by my hair, hitting my head against the ground.
Once the cops are out of their cars, Franco makes matters worse, holding the knife up to Lannan's neck again.
He threatens multiple times to slit his throat but we all know he won't do it.
I can barely keep my eyes open.
Before I know it, I'm lifted off the ground, but I can't see by who.
Someone is calling my name. I can't hear anything other than yelling and sirens.
I can't make out any of the voices and who they belong to and what they're saying.
Sometime later
I wake up.
What the hell happened? Where am I?
I'm in Lannan's bed.
My arm is wrapped in white cloth material, my head is throbbing.
I open my eyes further to find Lannan sitting beside me.
"How do you feel?" He asks, taking my hand.
I smile, finally remembering everything.
"Great."
"They arrested him." He says, smiling with his lips quivering and his eyebrows furrowed.
When he's scared, nervous, or really upset about something, he always holds my hand deathly tight. He's doing so right now.
"I'm okay." I mutter, but without even realizing it, a tear falls from the corner of my eye.
His lip quivers, so he bites it, trying not to cry.
I sit up, very painfully, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He hugs me back, so tight it hurts. I know he's not trying to hurt me, he just wants me to know that he's right here.
He's trying so hard not to cry, but come on... he can't hold it in much longer.
He carefully pulls away, grabbing my face to kiss me.
The kiss is a mess of tears and saliva.
But it's sweet.
Soon enough, we're both getting touchy-feely in a physical not figurative way.
I finally just pull his shirt off, kissing his neck as he hovers above me.
He carefully takes my shirt off, kissing all over my chest.
40 minutes later
That was a mistake.
Caught up in the moment of course, Lannan and I didn't think they through. We didn't think it'd be too bad of an idea to have sex when his pelvis is broken.
He lays beside me, panting loudly in both pain and exhaustion.
"We probably shouldn't have done that." I say.
He nods, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He giggles.
"I'm fucking retarded." He laughs.
I smile, he takes a sip of water from his water glass that's beside the bed.
"You'd think that with all that hip thrusting you'd be in some pain." I say simply.
He spits his water out in laughter.
"What?! It's true. Your pelvis is broken honey. Makes sense for that to have hurt am I right?" I ask, laughing a little.
"Well no shit I just didn't expect to hear that from your mouth." He says.
I laugh softly.
8:30 PM
We're both bored, we're both in pain... so both Lannan and I have decided that it's not gonna hurt either of us if we drink a little. Personally, I've had tastes of alcoholic drinks, but never gotten drunk. Here with Lannan... we'll see where this goes.
2 hours later
I look up at Lannan, smiling. He's smiling with his eyes shut.
"We... we should go do something!" I cheer, all drunk and happy.
"N-no no. Let's stay home and do something."
At this point, I think I'm more drunk than he is, so hopefully he can help me out a bit.
I grab his chin, quickly kissing him.
I clumsily move my hands around, finally setting them on his thighs.
He moans softly into my mouth as I slide my hands further up his thighs.
He pulls back a little, cupping my jaw in his hand.
"We should just relax a little." He insists.
I push him onto his back, giggling of course.
He deals with me, holding my hands back so I can't touch him, as in, so I can't get him turned on.
"Sweetheart, we're not doing this right now." He says, shaking his head.
"Go ahead. Do what you want to me." I tease, tipping my head back to expose more of my neck.
He wraps his hand up in my hair, pulling me back.
He quickly lies me down below him, his hand still a mess in my hair.
"We're not doing this okay?" He whispers.
"Why not?" My drunk self whines.
"I don't wanna hurt you or myself." He says.
"You won't hurt me, pussy." I taunt.
He's very offended by that.
As he gets up off of me, I grab his shirt, coming up with him.
I start slapping him for some reason.
"Stop it!" Lannan raises his voice.
I hit him real hard across the face.
Drunk me laughs at him, clenching her teeth.
"Calm down sweetheart," Lannan starts.
I slap him again, pushing him afterwards.
"You're p-pathetic. A pathetic, whiney little b-bitch." I go on.
He lowers his eyes, hurt now.
I grab his arm, "prove me wr-wrong."
I bite my bottom lip, quickly grabbing his waistband.
"Fuck me."
He shakes his head, "sweetheart this..."
"Fuck me!" I yell, jerking him closer to me.
A tear falls down his cheek.
"Please don't be like this." He cries.
I can't even acknowledge what's happening.
"I shouldn't have let you drink at all." He sobs.
I shake my head, "sucks doesn't it, Lazarbeam." I laugh.
He sets his hands over his face in shame, and to hide his tears.
"I'm such a fucking idiot." He cries.
I smile, grabbing his arm.
"Yeah you are." Drunk me laughs, continuing to be an asshole to him.
"I'm sorry." He cries, taking my hand in his.
"Shhhhh!!" I hush him.
He lowers his head.
He hands me his water glass, motioning for me to drink some.
I take a sip and lay back, instantly passing out.