| Unlawful Entry 2 by destiny *same warning, mature subject matter* "Justin, uggh! Don't you ever clean out your refrigerator?" Rose had the upper portion of her body buried in the Maytag appliance. She held up a moldy green peach. "What the hell did this used to be?" Justin laughed from his perch on the counter next to her. Grabbing a paper towel, he took the offensive fruit and tossed it down the garbage disposal. "I'm not used to food in there," he countered, hopping down. "You domesticate me." Rose poked her head out and stared at him. "You've got to be kidding me," she giggled, rolling her eyes. "Stealing lines from Jerry Maguire now?" "Ah, you got me," he said, clutching his heart. She slammed the fridge door shut with a smile. Being with Justin was like being with the spirit of a child. She wished his innocense and good nature would rub off on her, give her the strength she needed to talk with Lance and put her foot down. "I'm going to head out to the store. Wanna come?" Justin grabbed her around the waist, hopping off the counter. He captured her mouth in a gentle kiss, using his thumbs to push back the auburn locks of hair that fell in her face. "Mmm, I would love to," he whispered, pulling away. "But no security means no shop. Not unless I want to get us killed." Rose frowned a bit. She'd accepted that part of Justin's fame with bitterness. "Fine," she said, shoving him back a bit. "I'll be back." She knew the look of hurt he sported was due to her inconsiderate words, but Lance's little visit still had her in a sour mood. The last thing she really wanted to do was take it out on Justin. Sometimes her words got away, though, and making up for them was not without struggle. She swiped the keys to his car from the wooden music note hanging on the kitchen wall and headed out the door. Damn Lance and his persistence. Rose strolled down the walkway toward the Mercedes' garage. She pushed the button on Justin's key chain and the door opened slowly. The hard shove from behind caught her off guard. "Get inside," Lance hissed, stumbling in behind her. He grabbed the keys from her hands and manipulated the door closed. "Oh no," she growled, regaining her composure. "No." Her voice grew unsteady as Lance ripped at her shirt. "Now, Rose," he sang, backing her up against the cherry red automobile, "You don't really wanna stop our game do you?" His eyes glowed mischievously as her back hit the cool steel. "I don't want you to do this anymore," she said firmly. Inside, she was dying a slow death. Justin's face flashed before her and she wanted to sob for him, for what knowledge of this would do to him. He would cry at first, collapse in a heap complete with red eyes and shaking shoulders. Then he would scream, tell her to get the hell out of his life. Finally, he would sink into a depression. Yeah, she knew him pretty damn well. Pulling herself straighter, she stuck her jaw out defiantly. "I'm not letting you do this anymore." She stared at him hard. He was just inches away with a smug grin on his face. "I'm serious, Lance. I mean, it was fun before but I'm with Justin now. Okay?" She tried to reason with him, act like it didn't bother her as much as it did. "Okay?" she cried again, bracing her hands against his chest. Lance didn't move, not at all. Rose felt a scream build inside of her, deep in her heart rising through her throat. It caught somewhere, though, and Lance was on her before it could escape. He tossed her inside the Mercedes roughly, tugging down her sport shorts with one motion. "God, Lance, get off me!" she grunted, ripping at the blonde spikes on his head. A fistful came out in her hand and she gasped when he didn't flinch. "You can't just back out," Lance said calmly, pulling his pants down easily. Once again she noticed he had no condom. From under his weight, she bucked upward. "My head hurts," she hissed, pushing his nose with her palm. "Get the hell off me, Lance." Her eyes grew wide his face changed. The slap took her by surprise. "Shut the fuck up," he growled, forcing her hands behind her back. Rose closed her eyes tightly, a single teardrop squeezing out from the corner. There was no escape. Lance had her, literally. She knew it was over with Justin. She could not bear to see him hurt by her stupidity. "Fine, you win," she conceded, spreading her legs for him. She stopped struggling and lay there, her head twisted to the side. She caught a glimpse of a dried up rose bud on the floor of the car. Justin's rose. He'd bought it for her the previous week at a balloon race they'd attended and placed it in her hair. Now it lay, dead and crumpled, just like she felt. Lance stopped. "You're crying," he stated, pulling up on his knees. "And you're a fuck wad," she retorted sourly. "Shit, I can't do this if your crying." He sat back a bit, yanking her up by the arms. "Well, loddy da for you." Rose wiped the tear away with the back of her hand. "I can't fight you anymore. You want me as your whore, fine. Just let me break it off with Justin." She sniffled softly, sitting up. She reached down a picked the rose up, crushing it between her fingers. The pieces scattered as she threw them at Lance's face. Lance wiped the dried rose from his shirt. "It'll kill him. If you leave him, I mean." He chewed on his lower lip, toying with the air freshner that dangled from the rear veiw mirror. Rose spun around to face him. "What the fuck do you care Lance? Hmm? I mean, Jesus, you don't get the hint. I don't want you anymore. I don't want your hands on me or your dick in me. I don't fucking want to be ambushed or woken up from a sound sleep and dragged into some quiet recess of the house while Justin is sleeping so you can get off." Tears streamed freely now and when Lance reached out to touch her, she jumped. "Don't," she winced, pushing the door open. "Give me two days. Then come for me." "Rose," Lance called. She ignored him and ran toward the pool, forgetting all about the groceries for now. Maybe after Lance was gone she'd try again. Peeling off her clothes, she jumped into the cool water, naked and sobbing. Her heart ached for what she was about to lose. Justin. The only man she'd ever wanted, or loved. |