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Trevor pounced on top of me on his bed. I tried to get him to stop, but he wouldn't. He continually bit my neck sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. When all our clothes came off it was then I knew that I really didn't want to have sex. I again tried to tell him, but he refused to listen. In fact, he got rough with me, grabbing my arms and keeping them pinned above me. Trevor used one hand to keep me pinned and the other to lube his cock up. Now I was starting to get angry. His grip was strong on me. There was no option for me but to just lie there and suck it up for the time being. Several times, though, I told him to stop. Did he listen? Of course not.
"Trevor, please stop." I cried out.
Instead of listening to me he just thrusted himself into me harder. Grunts escaped his mouth and were signals of his overwhelming pleasure. Sure, I was feeling some pleasure, but that was distant from the point. I did not want to have sex and yet here I am being forced to partake.
I struggled relentlessly against him. Trevor outweighed me by at least thirty pounds though. My struggling was useless. Trevor made this sound that he only made when he was cumming. It was like a yelp mixed with a long, low moan. Weird I know, but it's how it sounded to me.
Trevor finished filling me with unwanted cum, then pulled out of me, panting. He dropped next to me. I started to secretly weep to myself. It felt like I had just been raped all over again. Only this time the rapist was my boyfriend. Instead of wallowing in self-pity I decided to get dressed and leave. As I was putting my clothes on Trevor questioned me.
"What're you doing?" Trevor asked me.
"I'm leaving," I sniffled.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
"I told you to stop and you didn't."
"But I thought you liked it rough like that?" Trevor stood up from his bed and tried to wrap his arms around me, but I pushed him back and screamed.
"Get away from me. Don't touch me!" I flinched away from him like a scared animal.
"Travers," Trevor softly spoke. "You're scaring me."
"Well, you scared me! Do you know what it's like to..." I trailed off because the sobs were becoming too forceful. "I just have to go." I finished putting my clothes on then ran out of his room.
* * * *
I was sitting on my couch when it happened. Travers came inside looking extremely upset over something. I could only imagine what it was about. He went into his room and slammed his door shut. I realized I had two options. I could wait and let him come to me to talk or I could go to him right now. Figuring that Travers is a very vulnerable person, especially when he's upset, I should go and talk to him now.
I lightly rapped on his bedroom door. "Travers, can I come in?" There was no answer so I walked in anyways. Travers was lying on his bed in the fetal position, breathing extremely quickly. Tears were streaming down his face. I ran up to him and checked on him. "Travers?"
Travers began to shake a little bit. I wasn't quite sure what to do, but I remember when I was younger I used to have panic attacks. I'd breathe real fast and shake just like Travers is now. Dad would just always make me breathe into a paper bag. I hurried into the kitchen and searched for a bag. Finally finding one I ran back to Travers.
"Here, breathe into this." I ordered him. I placed the bag over his mouth, cradling his head in my other hand. Travers's breathing returned to normal, but he was still shaking a bit. "How you doing?"
"Trevor scared me," Travers cried. "H-he r-raped me." Hard sobs followed his words. I let them sink into me. Trevor raping Travers didn't seem likely, however.
"Shh, just calm down. We can talk about this later."
"Don't l-leave me though."
"I won't, babe." I climbed over Travers and held him closely to me.
* * * *
"Sweetie, wake up."
"Huh? What?" I groggily mumbled.
"It's me, babe. It's Taylor."
I was suddenly fully awake. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see how you're doing. I would've been here sooner, but things have been crazy everywhere."
"Yeah, I bet," I chuckled. "So, how are you?"
"Mmm, I'm much better now." she said.
"Come here, baby, I want you to be close to me." I warmly said. Taylor slowly crept closer to me. When she was just close enough, I grabbed her by the throat and brought us face to face. "Listen here you maniacal bitch, you will leave me and my family alone. If you don't, I will hire the most vindictive lawyer this country has to offer and together we will eviscerate you."
"Jared, let go. You're hurting me!" Taylor complained.
"Am I? I had no idea you had any feelings whatsoever. Take this as a warning, Taylor. Stay the fuck out of my life. Nod if you understand."
For a moment, Taylor stood motionless in the grasp of my hand. But she did nod eventually, and so I let go of her, pushing her away forcefully. She looked into my eyes, searching for something, but there was nothing but fury showing.
It struck one o'clock all too slowly. Tyler and the boys walked in. he told me that he was going to bring Torry last night, but he fell asleep in the car. I thanked Tyler for taking Torry in while I'm in the hospital. Tyler did say that today was about me seeing the boys, but he needed to talk about a lot of things with me.
Torry jumped up onto my bed and launched himself at me. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him tight.
"Ohh, I've missed you, Torry." I said happily.
"I've missed you too, daddy." Torry cried back.
"Are you having fun at Tyler's apartment?" I asked him. Tyler walked out of the room.
"Yeah, he made us this hot chocolate that was so yummy. I think I had like four cups or something." Torry's voice was that of a very happy child. Just hearing it made me want to start crying.
"Good for you," I grinned. "How are my other boys doing?" I looked at Travers and Keegan who were standing by the door still. Keegan ran up to me, but Travers was taking his time.
"I'm doing good, dad." Keegan said as joyfully as ever. "We all miss you a bunch."
"Aww, I miss you all too." My heart melted when Keegan spoke those words. "When I get back home we're all gonna go out to Clementine's!"
"Boys, I need to talk to your father for a minute." Tyler came back in and said. All three boys left the room without question. Tyler waited for a moment before speaking. "We have so much to talk about, Jared, but this isn't about us right now. I'm worried about Travers."
"What about Travers? Did something happen?" I asked, worried about what was coming.
"Well, according to him, Trevor raped him last night." I gasped. "But I don't think he really raped him. I think Travers needs some psychological help."
"So, you think he needs a psychiatrist?"
"Or maybe even just a therapist."
"What if Trevor did rape him though?" I considered my own idea, but then thought it as foolish. "Okay, so, he doubtfully raped Travers."
"That's right. And I want to talk to Travers about the idea." Tyler sat down on a chair next to my bed. "And I want to wait until you get out of here before we even begin our conversations."
I took his hand in mine. "Fine, but I still want you to know how sorry I am about everything. You mean the world to me, Tyler."
His eyes watered. "Do you know when you're supposed to be able to go home?"
"Zanders said I can tomorrow. This is another thing I need to talk to you about. He's placing me on a 48 hour suicide watch. Could you stay over for a couple days?"
"I guess I could, but strictly as a supervisor." Tyler warned.
I smiled. "That's fine."
* * * *
"Because it felt like... You know what? I don't have to explain it to you. I just did not like that."
"Travers, I don't know how I can be any more sincere than I am being now. I am extremely sorry that I did that to you. And if you could just tell me why it'd help me out."
"Fine, I'll come over, okay?"
"Great, I'll see you in a few minutes."
I drove to Trevor's house. I was nervous as hell. When he forced sex upon me two days ago I was positive I wanted nothing more to do with him. But when he said he was sorry and that he loved me I just couldn't be mad at him. It only took a few minutes to get there. When I knocked on the door Trevor nearly yanked me inside. We walked into his room and he shut the door.
"So, can you please tell me why you freaked out so badly?" Trevor politely asked, but I knew he was impatient on the inside.
"Remember when I was raped?" He nodded his confirmation. "Well, when you forced me that day it felt like you were raping me."
Trevor let out a big sigh. "Oh wow, Travers, I never thought of it like that." He moved up to my trembling body and embraced me in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry."
"It's all right," I sniffled. "But please, when I say stop I mean stop."
"Absolutely, baby," Trevor said. "Can I make it up to you somehow?"
"I don't know,"
"Well, I'd like to try. You have no idea how bad I feel right now."
"Can we just cuddle? I want to be on you."
"Sure, Travers," We lied on his bed, me in his arms and falling asleep. I felt so at ease in his arms. Now that I've gotten over this small spat I feel invincible with him once more.
* * * *
I'm definitely not the person to do the breaking up, but I have to at least pretend to be right now. The idea of having to break up with Alan was creating an unimaginable tension in my stomach.
The time I spent with Alan, however small, was simply amazing. He is a really great guy, but now that Jared and I are starting to possibly patch things up I just can't pass that chance. It's not that I don't want Alan, it's just Jared. It's my Jared. We're meant to be together forever.
"Hi, Tyler," Alan said from behind me.
I turned my head to greet him. "Hi,"
"I'm really glad you called me. I was starting to get worried about you." He walked around to the other side of the small table and sat down.
"Well, as you can see I'm fine." I flashed him a small smile.
"Why do I get the feeling you're not here to ask me out on a date?" Alan's words were drowned by worry. He probably already knew what I was about to say.
"Alan, the time we spent together was truly incredible." I spoke with as much sincerity as I could muster up.
"But the thing is that Jared explained things to me about what happened between him and Taylor. I think we're going to try and make amends."
Alan sighed. "I had a feeling you were breaking up with me."
"I'm so sorry, Alan. You are really a wonderful person, but it's my Jared. I always knew he wouldn't betray me. I hope you can understand that."
He reached across the table and took my hand in his and said, "I do understand. And to be honest, I'm not that upset. I knew you guys would eventually get back together. The way you would always talk about him just made it seem like there wasn't even a divorce at all."
"You mean that? You're not too upset?" I said softly.
"I mean it. I'm happy for you." Alan stood up and walked in front of me. "I'll always remember you, Tyler. Once you and Jared get back on your feet we should all go out for dinner some time."
"I'd like that," I held back a relieved sob.
"Well, good bye for now." Alan walked away, defeat bearing on his shoulders. I did feel really bad, but also very happy. Happy that Alan took it exceptionally well, almost too well.
None of that matters anymore though. It's time to move on and look towards the future. I grabbed my keys and left the waiter a tip, then walked to my Murano and drove home. Jared gets to go home tomorrow and he talked me into being his watcher for the next two days. I don't really mind, although, being with him I fear might be somewhat awkward.
Travers and Keegan were wrestling around as I walked through the front door. The two boys were laughing and smiling like I used to see all the time. Torry on the other hand was reading some book. I'm really starting to grow on him I think. Sure, we got off to a bad start, but now things are becoming more and more at ease. It's easy to tell that he misses Jared though. We all do.
The next day mostly started at the hospital. Zanders discharged Jared into my hands and gave me instructions. They were simple; watch him 24/7. He also gave me a few sleep aids saying that Jared's been having some troubles staying asleep. On the way home I stopped to get us lunch. The boys were thrilled when they found out it was Mexican food.
Jared walked slowly into the house as did I. It felt so weird walking into my old house again, with Jared at that. Travers, Keegan, and Torry on the other hand went right to their respective rooms like it was nothing. I guess for them it was nothing though. After all, Jared and I were the ones who got divorced, not the kids. I had to yell for them to come and eat seeing as how they somehow forgot we bought lunch.
The time eventually came for bed and this was an awkward time. I tucked Torry and Keegan into their beds, then went downstairs to tell Travers good night. I walked back upstairs to tell Jared good night, which turned out to be quite a task.
"Where are you going?" Jared asked as I was leaving his room.
"I'm gonna sleep on the couch tonight." I stated.
"I thought we were going to start working things out though? How are we supposed to do that if you're downstairs?"
"Jared, we will start working things out, but I just need some more time. I'm still hurting from everything. Please try to understand that." I said sadly. My gaze fell from his.
"All right," he said. "I'll see you in the morning and thank you." He turned away from me after he finished talking. I walked out of the room and back downstairs to the couch. Travers offered his bed to me, but I told him I probably wouldn't be sleeping for some time. Speaking of sleeping, I forgot to give Jared a sleeping aid.
I walked back upstairs to his room. Jared was still turned away from me. At least until he heard me in the room. When he turned over I saw the moisture in his eyes. Doing my best to ignore it so I wouldn't succumb to his request, I silently handed him a pill and a glass of water. He took the pill from me, but set it back down on the nightstand.
"Come to bed. Don't make me sleep alone." he asked.
"Jared, no," I sternly said.
"Tyler, please," he broke down sobbing. "I need you next to me. You have no idea how much I've missed you. How badly I've felt for saying every nasty thing I ever said to you. For putting you through such pain and misery. And then there are the boys. Don't even get me started on what I've felt for them." Jared's cheeks began to get more and more moist with tears.
"We still have so much to talk about, you know?" I reminded him, trying to hold my own tears back.
"I know, Tyler, but for now can we just pretend everything is normal again?"
I chuckled lightly. "I don't think we've ever been normal, Jared." I walked up to him and bent down so that our lips were lined up. Jared took the initiative and leaned forward. We shared a longing kiss that has been missed terribly.
"I think we've been just fine." He pulled back the blankets, rubbing the spot next to him. Without any further hesitation I climbed in next to him. Jared wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in to him tightly.
The void in my heart has been refilled. The way that Jared is holding me now is one of the things I missed most about him. All of my worries just seemed to melt away being in his arms. It really did feel like things were back to the way they used to be. And for that, I am grateful.
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