Follower ch 14 - I Miss the Misery
This chapter is for my friend Aly, I hope you are feeling better xoxoxox
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Ohhh, I miss the misery!
I've been a mess since you stayed
I've been a wreck since you changed
Don't let me get in your way
I miss the lies and the pain
The fights that keep us awake-ake-ake
I'm tellin you!
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all!
I like that kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!
I've tried but I just can't take it
I'd rather fight than just fake it (cause I like it rough)
You know that I've had enough
I dare you to call my bluff
Can't take too much of a good thing
I'm tellin you!
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me!
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all!
I like that kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!
Just know that I'll make you hurt
(I miss the lies and the pain what you did to me)
When you tell me you'll make it worse
(I'd rather fight all night than watch the TV)
I hate that feelin inside
You tell me how hard you'll try
But when we're at our worst
I miss the misery
I miss the bad things
The way you hate me
I miss the screaming
The way that you blame me
I miss the rough sex
Leaves me a mess
I miss the feeling of pains in my chest!
Miss the phone calls
When it's your fault
I miss the late nights
Don't miss you at all!
I like that kick in the face
And the things you do to me!
I love the way that it hurts!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!
I don't miss you, I miss the misery!
This is such a Mac song, I love it.
Note: Mac tries to put Meghan in her place
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All the way to Salt Lake City Mac fought with her on the phone, she was refusing to come home and he wasn't having it. One night apart was enough in his opinion. This cooling off thing was over, all the guns were out of the house now where she couldn't find them, so it was time for some makeup sex. A blow job was definitely in order. Fuck Yes it was.
He was ready for her to show some gratitude with those gorgeous lips around his cock instead of fighting him every goddamn minute of every goddamn day. He laughed to himself, even he didn't think that was likely to happen for very long. She was a scrapper, Meghan would suck his dick good, but she'd still fight with him. Maybe he would have to take other measures with her, she was one of a kind, and that's what drew him to her in the first place.
But he would have no problem putting her in her place if need be.
No one ever said no to him, but Meghan hung up on him three times during his ride there and then stopped answering the phone. That enraged him, Mac was not a man that took well to being ignored. Then he drove through a no signal area and almost threw his phone out the window.
Meghan pushed his buttons with no effort at all, just by existing and it was a pain in his ass.
She would pay for that, and he had plans already for her. She wasn't leaving his room for at least a week and when she did? She'd be different, he'd make sure of that.
But Mac wasn't so sure that would even please him now, lately, he'd been enjoying this strange new relationship. It was just a matter of them reaching some agreements. Then they could have some real fun together, he knew that together they could make Natural Born Killers look like a preschool class trip.
Meghan said that his town looked like something out of "Tremors," which might be a little bit true, but she was going to stay there come hell or high water. His work was in this town and she could do her editing from anywhere online.
Once he was in the range of a cell tower his phone beeped, he grabbed it from the seat and swiped it to see her latest post on Instagram. It was a selfie of her declaring that she was back home in Salt Lake City to stay.
Mac huffed to himself, 'We'll see about that Meg." And he stepped on the gas.
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Mac was struck again by her beauty when she opened the door and the fact that he was maybe the only person in the world who knew the real her. Despite their constant bickering, he knew that he had never met his match this way before.
Even when she was running her mouth and shooting at him, there was nowhere else he wanted to be. No other person he wanted to be with.
"You look like shit…" Meghan rolled her eyes when she saw it was him and Mac just snarled at her.
"Fuck you," He answered.
She had her phone in her hand and he knew that she had been updating her Instagram all day, his phone was blowing up with notifications the whole time from Cainville to Salt Lake City. That pissed him off even more that she wouldn't take his call but was updating her page as usual.
"Come-on we're going home," Mac ordered and reached for her hand.
"Fuck you, Mac, I got a restraining order."
"You," He grinned as he pointed to his chest and feigned shock, "Got a restraining order on me?" He laughed, "You shot at me."
He laughed so hard like it was the funniest thing he had ever heard, and maybe it was. As much as Meghan hated to admit it she loved the sound of his laugh, it was so infrequent. But when he laughed it was with his whole being, his shoulders shook and his face was lit up by it.
"You had it coming." She replied, now taken aback by him laughing so hard. They did have some good times and he was a phenomenal fuck.
" Fair," He shrugged, " We gotta figure this out. We need each other."
Meghan scoffed, "Careful Mac," She grinned, "Next thing you'll be making me mix tapes of love songs."
Now it was his turn to scoff and he reached into the front pocket of his shirt for his cigarettes and lighter.
"Are you new here? The only mixtapes I'm making is music to choke you out by while I destroy that pussy."
He flicked his zippo and lit his cigarette taking a long satisfying drag. Then he met her eyes and Meghan felt like he was going to eat her alive. The way he looked at her turned her insides to mush and she almost felt faint.
It was all she could do not to pull him into the room and jump on his dick. But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction.
"What a sweet talker you are, you're turning my head," Mac had enough of the nonsense, pulled on her hand and yanked her towards the truck.
"Yeah, I'm the sweet one…" He stopped and opened the door of the truck and shoved her inside.
"Wait, my stuff…"
"I'll buy you new stuff," Mac stated as he got into the other side and started it up.
"With what your drug money? No thanks," Meghan huffed.
"Funny I never heard you complain before," He ticked off on his hand, "When I was buying you all the Chinese food you wanted and your stupid cherry coke by the case."
Then he threw the truck in gear and took off just as The Rolling Stones came on the radio. Mac was a Stones fan for sure, he turned it up louder and Meghan cringed as she looked out the window at the vast desert that would be her view for the next two hundred miles.
*********Have you seen her all in gold
Like a queen in days of old.
She shoots her colors all around
Like a sunset going down.
Have you seen a lady fairer?
She comes in colors ev'rywhere,
She combs her hair,
She's like a rainbow.
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere,
She comes in colors,
She's like a rainbow.
Coming, colors in the air
Oh, everywhere
She comes in colors********
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*******Yeah, you got satin shoes, Yeah you got plastic boots. Y'all got cocaine eyes, Yeah you got speed freak jive. Can't you hear me knocking on your window? Can't you hear me knocking on your door********
Slowly Meghan woke up, she could hear the music playing, 'Can't You Hear Me Knocking" by The Rolling Stones. Mac and his fucking old time rock and roll, she tried to form words to tell him to shut it the fuck off and she couldn't.
She had a slamming headache and the feeling that something had happened. The last thing she remembered was getting into the truck with him. In hindsight, she knew that going anywhere with him was never a good idea, but she wanted him.
When would she learn that he wasn't good for her, then she sighed to herself, it didn't matter, he was who she wanted. The music pounded in her ears then as her eyes focused and she could hear him humming along to the tune. Then she tried to move and found that he had tied her down.
"Mother fucker," She yelled and he turned around from the dresser where he was smoking a joint or taking a hit off a pipe, she couldn't tell for sure which.
"Shhhhhh," Mac put his finger to his lips as he turned to her. His eyes were bright and she could just tell he was pleased with himself that he got the jump on her this time. His eyes were always bluer when he was happy, she had noticed that in their time together and they were crystal blue right now.
Last time it was he who woke up tied up in his own truck, he was very pleased with himself to even the score, that was clear.
"You drugged me?" She yelled from the bed when she realized he had tied her hands to the posts. She struggled to get free, pulling on the ropes that had some slack on them but not a lot.
"Oh calm down," Mac the joint in his mouth and came and sat down next to her, his weight dipped the side of the bed down, "You did it to me too!'
"That was different, you were planning to kill me!'
'I was not," He answered back as he took a long hit off the stick.
"It's what you do..."
"And you." He countered, leaned down to kiss her and settled down between her legs, his favorite place to be. He was hard as a rock, she could feel him.
"Wanna get high?" He crooned into her ear, as he took another drag and shotgunned her. She shook her head but he persisted, Mac liked getting his own way.
"Fuck no, get off!"
"Oh," He grinned up at her and tossed the joint in the ashtray by the bed, "I intend to…"
His mouth moved down over her chest as she struggled, his hands slid along her ribcage as the song played on the CD player. Soon he was lifting her shirt up and cutting the straps of her bra with his knife.
*******Yeah, you got satin shoes, Yeah you got plastic boots. Y'all got cocaine eyes, Yeah you got speed freak jive. Can't you hear me knocking on your window? Can't you hear me knocking on your door********
Then his hot, wet mouth was on her breasts, first one then the other making her lose all coherent thought. Her wrists struggled at the bindings and he groaned against her skin, the vibrations went right through her and set her blood on fire.
His rough hands were all over her and she moved, trying to get him where she wanted him to be. Meghan could feel his cock through the material of his work pants as he pushed himself against her open legs.
"Mmmmm feel what you do to me baby," He moved his hips in a circle against her. She could feel it, he did the same to her. She was pissed at him for tying her up, but she also couldn't resist.
"Please…", She cried, "Oh god!'
He continued pushing himself against her, bringing her almost to the brink that way until she was crying with frustration.
'Mac, untie me." Meghan begged as the sweat slid down between her breasts and he licked it off, enjoying the salty taste of her skin, ''Please, please, please," She groaned as he tongued her nipple then sucked hard.
"Nope," He laughed as his lips hit her stomach and traveled further south until he was right there. She expected him to cut her underwear off right away but he didn't. Mac slid his fingers over the thin cotton panties she wore, followed by his mouth.
The ropes that he tied her feet with allowed her to move a bit and she spread her legs more, trying to get some friction as he licked up the seam of her panties with his rigid tongue.
"Oh fuck Mac!' She pulled at the wrist restraints again, this time harder, but that just made him dive in harder to tease her. Meghan could feel the vibration of his mouth as he grunted and groaned against her, savoring her like a last meal.
******Help me, baby, ain't no stranger
Help me, baby, ain't no stranger
Help me, baby, ain't no stranger**********
Finally, he got her panties cut off and plunged two fingers inside of her, alternating his thumb and tongue on her clit, the way she liked it. There was something to be said of banging the same person over and over again, he could get her off so fast if he was so inclined.
Mac opened his mouth wide and pushed his tongue inside of her, fucking her with it, then switched it up a bit to suck her clit until she was trembling. She was almost there, he could feel it.
"Now," Meghan cried, "Now!'
Mac rose up on his knees and unbuckled his pants, making quick work to get them down so he could get inside of her before her body stopped shaking. As he slid inside of her she came again, gripping his cock like a vice while he came down on his elbows.
"Ohfuckyes…", Mac groaned at the feeling of her body around him squeezing his cock over and over again. No one felt as good as she did, he was fucking in deep now with her and he had to get control of it. This was the first step.
**********Hear me singing soft and low
I've been begging on my knees
I've been kickin', help me, please
Hear me prowlin'
I'm gonna take you down.********
Meghan struggled because she couldn't touch him and she wanted to desperately. Now that he had gotten her there she knew to just relax and enjoy it. Probably they would fight again and she'd leave him again and he would come and make her come back.
******Hear me growlin'
Yeah, I've got flatted feet now, now, now, now
Hear me howlin'
And all, all around your street now
Hear me knockin'
And all, all around your town*************************
He laid down next to her afterward and lit the joint, and they smoked in the darkness, of course, he had to hold it for her, because she was still tied up. Then after a while, he got up and walked across the room naked and she enjoyed the view until he started to get dressed.
He gave himself a bump of crank, then rubbed it on his gums and she could tell he meant to go somewhere and leave her half naked and tied to the bed.
Meg tried to sit up as he pulled a hoodie over his head, 'Just sit tight."
"Wait, where are you going." She pulled at the restraints once again.
"I got work to do, these past few days and your bullshit have put me way behind schedule." He grabbed for his keys on the dresser, "Give me a kiss goodbye." He leaned down to her and kissed her softly.
"Mac you untie me right now!"
"Afraid not lover," He turned to go to the door, "I got people waiting on my special blend, if you're a good girl I'll bring you some."
Then he winked and was gone, leaving her there tied to his bed yelling and screaming for him to let her go and calling him every name in the book.
Mac laughed to himself as he lit a cigarette and walked out to his truck with her voice in the wind as she called him a douchebag from the open window behind him.