Chapter 13: Time, Trust and the Truth
"Let me in Tori!" Beck's fist pounded on the door, shaking with rage.
"No! Leave me alone! I don't want to see you right now!" Tori screamed in retaliation, banging her own fists back against the poor, abused door. Tears of frustration had pooled her eyes, her lips twisted into an angry grimace. Both parties were fuming.
"C'mon let's talk about this!" Beck groaned, equally frustrated.
"Will we actually talk or will you sexually assault me again!? Cause that's what it was Beck! How could you!?" She slammed a hand against the door in aggravation, this boy made her loopy.
"I know I pushed you okay, I'm sorry it scared you, but I would never do something to hurt you like that… I just… I was praying you could handle it… this ugly side of me." Beck sighed, dropping his forehead on the door, wishing he could just take an axe to the handle and cage Tori in his arms.
"What are you talking about?" Tori narrowed her eyes at the door. Before all this drama, Beck was one of the sweetest guys she knew, if not also sporting that bad boy edge.
"You've seen it, haven't you?" Beck murmured, placing a hand on the door to give him strength. If he didn't put some of his cards on the table, he was afraid how things might escalate. "The way I hold you so tight, like I physically can't let go? The way my lips and hands devour your body, like I'm an addict… The way I look at you like I own you and everything you care about." Tori let in a shaky gasp, body going still. "It's cause it's true. I want to shackle you to me, I crave you like my personally tailored drug, in you I see hands that I hold, lips that I kiss, where I see you I see myself encompassing. I need to own you. I'm too far gone to imagine anything conflicting with that."
"Beck-" Tori whimpered, fingers scraping at the hardwood.
That was all the in Beck needed. With the practice of a man who had done this way too many times, he took his lock picking kit from inside his jacket sleeve and got to work. Tori glanced curiously at the clicking sound before she gasped, being shoved lightly aside by the door. Beck watched as Tori stumbled back, before following her to the floor, cradling her body and devouring her lips as they went down together.
Tori wailed into his mouth, conflicted by her heart and mind. He wasn't good for her, she knows that but, but it was just so hard. Tears sprung to her eyes as her fingers twisted into his leather. Head tilting to the side, a string of moans left the soft lips that Beck lived to kiss as his own scraped down the thin, easily bruised skin of her neck. His dark eyes lingering only a moment before moving on. He'd get to that later in their relationship. For now, he let those needy fingers rake through his hair and pull him up for another kiss.
That's when the doorbell rang. It was loud, it was shrill and fuck it had terrible timing. Both guilty parties groaned out loud before their eyes flicked to each other. Small giggles erupted between them before the bell rung again. Beck sighed and gave Tori a hand up. She smiled tentatively at him as he reciprocated, before she slid her eyes to the door, opening it to reveal-
"Andre?" Beck blinked.
"Beck?" The two bros locked in a staring contest, the scrutiny in the room knitting a tension threaded blanket. "S'up dude?" he muttered with narrowed eyes. He couldn't believe them. They were acting as if nothing was wrong, how could they put on a face so easily in front of him!? He thought he was their friend… their best friend. God this was making him so angry.
"Nothing much… you?" Beck matched his stare. He didn't like the way Andre was looking at him; accusing, betrayed and pretty mad actually. Whatever was on their best friend's mind, was not something that he wanted to hear. He could just feel it.
"Nothing… well… something, clearly. I actually wanted to talk to both of you. Convenient huh?" Andre smiled uneasily.
"Yeah… So whatcha need Dre?" Tori butted in, not liking the silence. She wasn't sure if she was happy whether they were interrupted or not, but it gave her thinking time. Too bad she hated thinking time.
Andre eyed the two before steeling himself. He had to bite the bullet, words need to be said and by god he was going to say them. He had the nerve. He might lose his friends, but no matter what he thought right now, he knew, he knew that they were there for him. If they got mad or not, they were the greatest friends he'd ever had, he had to have faith in that. Taking a shaky breath in, he pinned them both with a glare. "I know you two are messing around with each other."
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"Where the fuck is he!?" Jade screamed, slamming a fist into the trailer wall. Her eyes took in every inch of the room for clues. If she was right… and fuck if she knew she wasn't right… Someone was gonna pay. And the bitch's name was Victoria Vega.