It was one of those days when even getting up had been bad idea. But here i was now, in the car, on the way to his parents, with his chatter overpowering the radio. Great, just fucking awesome! Being completely blind and deaf like his usual self, my so called better half busted my balls. I was pissed. The last night, we had a fight. About sex. Imagine that. God, he could be such a prude. I was frustrated like hell. Pissed and frustrated, a mix I usually battle with a bottle of jack. But it was to early for that. Maybe some wine for lunch at this stupid family reunion thing. So I kept on staring out of the window, awaiting my destiny to find me.

Destiny was served with chicken today. Faking a smile, pretending to be really fucking happy to see all his relatives, I sat on the big table, barely noticing anything around me. Until HE came in. I had heard about him, of course. The black sheep of the family. Mac. Had a problem with drugs. And he looked like it. Hair standing in all direction, eyes as blue as the ocean, tall, broad shoulders. Defiant, dangerous. Guess who was attracted immediately? Yeah, go me. His eyes met mine and BOOM! A smirk I would never forget. And that wasn't cos of his teeth, which didn't look so hot. There was something about him..."Let's eat, everybody!" my BF's mothers voice interrupted my thoughts.

During the meal, I couldn't help but stare to the point I got an elbow from prudy. Everytime I met Macs eyes, the hair on my arms and on the back of my neck stood up. While everybody was chatting, he just ate quietly. Everybody had eaten and after I had done my duty and helped with the dishes, I made my way outside for a smoke, just to run into a discussion. Looked like they put Mac through the mill. "Boy, you can't go on like this. Look at yourself, really? This shit is fucking you up. What about a real job? Not the shit your dad let's you do" and on and on and on and on and on. All at once they talked to him. Where they blind? Well, yeah, obviously. Cos otherwise they would see how Mac got more and more pissed with each passing moment. I was waiting for him to spit fire, instead he said "Y'all need to shut yet fuckn mouths" turned around and went further into the garden. I just stood there silently while everybody went back inside. Searching my pockets, I couldn't find my lighter, so I stuck my head through the door and asked if anyone had a spare. "Darling, I told you, I don't want you to smoke" was the reply I got. Godfuckingdamnit, why did I even put up with him?!

Mac, Mac must have a light, I thought. He had been smoking. I went into the garden, looking for him. But that garden was huge, old trees, lots of bushes. Then I saw the shed. And I saw Mac. "Uhm, excuse me..." "What do ya want? Lemme be, gal." Yeah, right. "I was just looking for a light. My so called boyfriend refuses to gimme one and I can't find mine." "Ain't gonna listen to them, dontcha?" he smirked again, handing me over the lighter. Hands touching briefly and my hair stood again. "Mmmhh" I said through the smoke and took a drag while rolling my eyes. "Not that happy with my dear cousin, are ya?" "Well, Sherlock, I guess i've been happier." Snorting, he grinned "Lil'boy ain't got the balls to take care of a woman like yaself" his eyes traveled up and down my body and the frustrated part of me totally enjoyed how he did that. He liked what he saw. "Pretty fine piece of meat, I can see, alright" Looking at him from under my lashes, I briefly thought "the fuck are you doing" Sucking on my smoke, measured him myself. Would I, would I not? "Think you can handle me?" Oh, i've always had a thing for he so called bad guys. Little did I know at that point. He stepped closer, grabbing my head with one hand, fingers almost ripping hair out as he pulled me up full frontal, his other hand went straight to my ass and squeezed. Hard. Inches away from his face, I had to look up to meet his gaze. His breath smelled foul and man, what a turn off. Or so I though. Without another word, he kissed me. Or rather, bit me. Forcefully, not accepting a no, his tongue went inside my mouth, demanding, taking, giving nothing back. Guess I had to fight for it. He bit my lip hard. Holy hell. Forget the teeth. My vagina yelled here and I knew I was lost. This was exactly what my BF didn't have in him. What I needed from time to time. Oh god, I thought he'd fuck me right on the grass. And I went along. But all of a sudden, he pulled me away on my hair. I hurt. "Ya not scared?" his hand went inside my jeans, touching the bare skin of my ass. "Make me" I breathed. Looking over his shoulder, he eyed the shed. Oh yeah. He dragged, I pushed. Inside, I went straight for his belt. "Not so fast, lil bitch" and with that he smacked me in the face. For a second I just stared at him. Then I launched myself at him...