•It All Started With A Phone Call•

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RØRY

My family sat around the dinning table as we all ate. Matt was an amazing cook and could totally switch careers if he wanted to, but he was dead set on being an acting agent. I wasn't complaining about his profession, not because I've met some of the most famous actors through him. Still, he'd be an amazing cook.

I loved when Matt and Brendon came over, they lived an hour away in a very expensive part of the city. It was great when I got to spend weekends at their penthouse. Their house maid, Tilli, was one of the nicest people I've ever met!

"How are you, kid?" Matt asked over the table. I knew he wasn't asking about how I was emotionally feeling, but mentally and physically. Everyone turned to see my reaction.

"Yeah, yeah," I shrug, "good as I could be. Getting better." I tried for the most dismissive answer possible, trying to steer the conversation from my least favourite topic. "I'm going back to school next week, so that should be fun."

"Already?" Brendon piped up from Matt's left. "Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"It will be four month then." Pa smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder and jostling it a bit. It was a very manly gesture, from one gay man to another. "Rory has assured us that he is totally fine and can go back to school."

I ignored Pa's tone, the one he used to persuade someone. The one he used at job interviews, or when I have been called into the principals office for being bullied, to the adoption agency.

"As Long as you make it clear to your teachers that you are still recovering." Brendon said to me, a nice smile on his face. I remember when I was younger that Brendon used to be terrified of me, terrified of being responsible for me. However, now, he was such a strong uncle.

A knock from the front door startled us out of our silence. I stood up the same time Pa did.

"I'll get it. It's probably just the mail." I smile and Pa sits down. Dad grabs his hand over the table and brings it to his lips, kissing the silver band on Pa's finger. I smile at my dads before walking into the caged porch.

There was a man standing on the other side of the floor to ceiling gate. I could see the back of him through the intricate, wrought iron pattern of the arches separating me from him.

From the moment I caught sight of the dark blue hair and expensive but casual clothes my breathing stopped.

"Kay," I whisper yelled, "go home!"

Kay Marvel turned around to face me, his black nose ring calling my attention first, then the small X shaped scar under his eye, but finally my eyes met his, so dark blue that they were almost black.

He was strikingly beautiful, ghostly pale skin and defined everything. He dressed in heavily ripped jeans, hoodie both in black while a dark green and black flannel was thrown over the hoodie.

He was strikingly beautiful, and that's why he has to go.

"Why?" Kay grunted. "Is he in there?" He pointed behind me, scowl warping his pretty face into a disgusted thing of hatred.

"Wha- Quinn?" Saying his name still hurt my chest, even after almost three weeks of not seeing him. "No! We...we broke up..." I hate how weak my voice sounds, how quiet.

"Good." Kay let's his face relax back into a blank one. Kay was so good at hiding his emotions, it was almost scary. "Open the door."

"Who's at the door?" Dad called from the dinning room.

"Nobody!" I screeched. "Kay, please, go home!" I begged him but he didn't move. "This isn't the time-"

"We fucked." Kay states bluntly and I flinch so hard i stumbled backwards three steps. I could almost go into a panic attack at those words. 'We fucked'. I let Kay Marvel put his hands on me. I let Kay Marvel add my name to all the others that were too weak to resist his mysterious charm. I let Kay Marvel fuck me. I let Kay Marvel make me want him to do it again.

"Please," I whimpered. I wanted him to go. I needed him to go. I couldn't look at him. I could see those eyes boring into mine the way they had been in that moment of weakness, the moment that made me no better than Quinn. "Please, I can't...go...please..."

"Rory?" Pa called, sounding concerned.

"Please," I whimper once more.

It was quite for a moment, Kay looked at me like he wasn't going anywhere and I pleaded with him through my eyes.

"Good to see you're getting better." And Kay had his back to me, retreating to his motorcycle that was parked behind my Dad's.

I went back inside and finished my meal.

'We fucked.'

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"Don't let go of the pegs!" Kay roared at me, fingers digging into my hips so hard there was definitely going to be bruises of his fingertips on my skin for days. I had no idea if I would hate that when this ended.

I gripped the bag pegs above my head on the wall harder to support my whole body weight because my knees had gone weak the moment Kay got my pants off.

He held my hips to the cold brick wall as he drove into me with animalistic pace.

My head swirled and swirled and swirled. It was the best I have ever felt, euphoric. My body felt like a deadweight, that gravity was so much stronger than before and I couldn't help but be falling to the ground.

I didn't find myself imagining it was Quinn slamming into me and making me feel like I was floating. I knew this was Kay Marvel. I knew from the way he gave me pleasure by kissing my shoulder blades and throat, I knew by the words he'd growl into my ear -not just moans but praise and encouragement- and by the way he gripped my throat in his hand, tilting it back onto his shoulder and pushing down just enough for breathing to become harder.

I felt tears rolling down my cheeks and Kay flicked them away with the hand that had been holding down my waist.

"Good Pet," Kay growled into my neck, sucking on the skin there. I gasped, both at his words and the feeling of him suctioning at my skin. It was heavenly. I was drifting away from my body and it had never felt better.

"Kay!" I squeaked when the cliff was ending right under my feet, dropping into oblivion, falling harder and faster than I ever had before.

Kay followed suit before removing himself from my space bubble. I slide down the wall as soon as his body isn't holding me up. I'm crying, pleasure turning to guilt faster than I fell.

I hear a zip behind me, but I don't bother turning around. I already know that Kay is on his way out the door, no goodbye.

I liked that he treated me like a plaything, but I hated that I actually was one.

"See you tomorrow, Pet."

Except I never showed up tho school the next day, nor the next, not for another four months.