I wrote this the same day I wrote Chapter Nine. I was just so buzzing with excitement.

Chapter Ten

"We need to talk."

His face was crumpling and his pouty pink lips were curved into a tight line and his eyes were so serious that even I forgot what I was going to say but when I remembered, it hit me all like a bang, an electric shock through my heart that burned to the core of my brain and I wanted him. I wanted to touch him so bad and I wanted to make love to him, wanted to care for him, wanted to love him, wanted to do everything for him but I couldn't.

"Phil?" his voice was concerned.

He shouldn't be concerned to someone who'd never love him and he shouldn't be concerned to someone who'd never care for him and he shouldn't be fucking concerned to someone that was so much of a bastard of me. I was a bastard and he knew it but he wanted me anyways and that was what confused me. When he could have so much more, why would he settle for the worst?

...

It was because I was the only one here.

I just realized that he suddenly had feelings for me because I was some poor substitute of love for him. He was a dater. He dated anyone he could get his slimy hands on but somehow, in those eyes, I believed that he truly wanted me. But I-I-I was so confused! I didn't know what to think anymore. This was why I didn't like dating and this was why dating always was and still was only about rough sex and passionate kisses. Nothing fucking more.

"Matt, I don't want a serious relationship."

Matt's eyes warmed. "It doesn't have to be serious. I just want you. Sex. Kisses. Just like this... I want a serious relationship. I really do but I'd do anything to get a taste of you again, Phil."

"Good enough, Matt." I knew I should've screamed at him for wanting me to be his sex toy but I nodded my head and in that moment, his mouth covered mine and his body struggled to get on top of mine once again, his hands shoving away my clothing and I didn't know the rest seemed all to be a blur as he just quickly pushed in me, as hard as ever, in and out of me, his cock pushing inside of me, and pulling out of me and after thrusts and thrusts, his come really pushing inside of me, hard and hot. And feeling his body on top of me, as I heard my cell phone and I reached towards my black duffel bag, taking my cell phone out of my bag and pressed it towards my ear, "Mom?"

"Phil?" her voice was soft and delicate and livid. "Where are you? Your father just had another heart attack, Philip!"

"I'm really out in the ocean!" I said, taking short and sharp breaths.

"Phil! What did I say about making up these stories?" 'these stories' that she was mentioning were always real and I wanted to fucking scream as hard as ever, and the words that were coming out of my mouth was screaming at me. "Mom, you know what?! I really am stuck in the ocean, having sex with a man who just saved me from a shark attack and I really hate that fucking excuse of a father and I HATE YOU!"

I was ready to slam the phone down as I slammed my fist towards the rocks, feeling my bones crack, and then I heard her sobs. "Phil...w-what happened to you?! What happened to my baby?"

"Your baby? I was never your baby! You watched me as my father shouted at me daily and slam me around like some sort of loser. You don't care about me so I don't fucking care about you! 'These stories' that you keep hearing from me...it's true! I really am stuck in the ocean!"

"This is all because of that wrestling trash...isn't it?"

I slammed my phone shut and threw it back in my black duffel bag and I slammed my head into the rock, ready to bleed as I felt my skull crush at the impact and my breath turned shallow and I was out of breath and my eyelids just dropped before I felt Matt shake my shoulder and at that moment, I could see the doubt in his shimmering eyes as he touched my shoulder and it was still the night and remembering the time on my phone, it was 3:46 and his voice was dripping with horror. "D-did you just say that to your mother?"

"You were listening?" there was still a slight hint of anger but not too much.

"Y-yeah," Matt stuttered, clearing that lump in his throat and the nervousness in his voice was making him shake and that made my blood boil and stir even harder as I grabbed onto his rigid shoulders, pressing him against my body.

"Just tell me that I'm a fucking bastard for saying that to my mother! I know! Why do you think that I can't love anyone? It's not that I don't give a rat's ass about anyone! It's because anyone that gives an ounce of sympathy for me gets hurt because I'm just that much of a bastard!" tears were springing to my eyes, burning down my cheeks and soon, the silence was making me break into sobs, painful sobs that were raking through my body all too violently and his arms wrapped around my body, "SAY IT!"

"No..." Matt brushed the wetness from my thick face, "No, Phil. You're not a bastard."

My heart was ready to pump out of my chest as I relaxed in his arms and I kissed him instead of him kissing me, and he kissed me back and Matt's arms were holding me oh so protectively and the vividness and life in his eyes were just shining and twinkling so brightly in his eyes and that moment, I was kissing my problems away, his tongue in my mouth as my tongue twisted against mine and I relaxed into his arms once more as he sat up and he took my body into his arms, his protective arms and he kissed my neck. This was caring and calming and it mad me feel like he was my security blanket, ready to take me away from the world.

The feelings inside of me was strong.

I wanted to be together with him but I didn't deserve him.

I would just take the pain.

Like I have been all my life.

I just hope that this is good enough, sweethearts. Because I don't know what to think of it. Also, I didn't proof read this one...oops! XD. I just hope that the mistakes aren't too visible...ignore them! :)

X Sam.