Drowning

Chapter 55:

Ten minutes later, Ezra pulled into the parking lot of the local park. I wasn't sure where he was driving us to when I got in the car with him, but this was not what I was expecting. We hadn't spoken a word since the parking lot and the silence was maddening. He pulled into a spot and parked the car before climbing out.

I had to run to keep up with his long legs. He headed towards one of the many walking trails around the lake in the center of the park.

"Where are we going?" I asked him as I ran behind him.

"Going for a walk." He said sharply. "Keep up."

"Ezra, please. Let's just go sit somewhere and talk." I grabbed at his arm and begged him to stop.

"Riley, that's what I am doing. There is a picnic shelter a little way down where we can talk. No one ever comes down here."

"Oh." I fought to keep caught up to him. It wasn't fair that his legs were twice as long as mine.

After a few silent minutes, we got to a clearing and I could see the picnic shelter pop up in front of us. I paused and looked around. Ezra was right. It was completely deserted; there was not a soul in sight.

Ezra reached for my hand and started to drag me towards the shelter. He looked around quickly before heading towards the bathroom that was attached to the building.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously. He was too quiet and I was starting to get worried. His mood swings were starting to scare me. He had always been up and down, but they seemed so much worse now. He felt so unstable and unpredictable.

When we got to the door of the restroom, he pushed it open and pulled me inside. His hand went up and locked the door before he turned and looked at me with his wild bloodshot eyes. He was breathing hard as he looked down at me.

"Tell me you love me." He said softly.

"Wait. What?" My mouth was hanging open in shock.

"Fucking say it, Riley." He hissed at me.

I shook my head in disbelief as I looked up at him. Even if it was true, I couldn't let myself be vulnerable to him again by admitting it. I loved this insane, jealous, moody boy more than I cared for myself. I was in so deep with him. I would have let him bleed me dry and then begged for him to cut into me again.

"I can't." I stepped away from him and reached my hand up to unlock the door to leave.

He grabbed me and pushed me back against the wall. He looked down into my eyes and grabbed the back of my head and forced his lips against mine. He pushed his tongue, hungrily into my mouth and moved his hands down to unbutton my shorts. I felt the moisture growing as his fingertips desperately fumbled against my skin. We were supposed to be talking; this was not even close. We were never going to get anywhere at this rate.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pulling my mouth from his. He looked down at his hands as he pulled my shorts and panties down from my hips.

"Shut up." He growled as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down far enough to pull himself out. He lifted me up on the sink and spread my legs to stand between them.

"Do you want this?" He asked looking down.

I nodded. 

I didn't understand why my body felt like it needed him this way.  Ezra was literally driving me insane and turning me into someone I didn't even recognize.

Who was I anymore?

My body ignited when Ezra pushed himself inside me. I used my hands to keep myself from falling while he buried himself into me. His pace was hard and aggressive; he was pounding every inch of himself into me like he wanted to hurt me.