Running away


Cause I did enough to show you that I,

Was willing to give and sacrifice,

And I was the one who was lifting you up,

When you thought your life had had enough,

And when I get close, you turn away,

There's nothing that I can do or say,

So now I need you, to tell me the truth,

You know Id do that for you,

So why are you running away?

Hoobastank – Running away.


I jumped when Criss' hand slipped between us, moving my undies to the side. He fingers were freezing, making my nerves that much more sensitive. He was still angry, and I felt it when he slammed himself inside of me with no warning, making the bricks behind me scrape my back. He placed his hands under me and gripped onto each ass cheek. He leaned backwards slightly, letting the wall support me, giving himself more room to fuck me harder. He slammed into me harder and harder with each thrust. The scraping against my back making me want it harder, angrier. And that's what this was, angry sex.

Every time he slammed into me, I felt him bottom out, hitting something he wasn't supposed to and sending a jolt of pain into my stomach. I didn't care. I tried to angle myself so he could go deeper. He bit down onto my neck hard and grunted loudly each time he jammed himself into me. I bit down on my lip, trying to hold back the screams that wanted to escape. Every time he slammed into me I wanted to cry out in pain. But I couldn't bring myself to scream, the pain felt so good. The loud music from inside the club wouldn't allow anyone to hear me if I screamed. But I wouldn't let myself do it. I wanted to feel Criss inside of me, the pain only increased my pleasure, which was increasing with each thrust.

Criss pushed me higher up the wall and slammed into me, hitting just the right spot and sending both of us over the edge. I couldn't hold back my screams any longer as he continued to pound through his orgasm, making mine last longer than I had ever had before and making it a thousand times better than I could ever imagine. He slapped his hand across my mouth, muffling my screams. Damn public places! They made it so much harder to enjoy my orgasms. He grunted a few more times as he finished emptying himself into me, then he slummed down over my shoulder, placing his forehead against the brick wall. We sat there for a few minutes, neither of us moving, just trying to catch our breath. His hands still cupped my butt, holding me into place.

Finally he pulled back and released me. I adjusted my undies and skirt the minute my feet hit the floor. I could feel his cum already trying to make its way down my leg, which was never a pleasant feeling. I was going to need the bathroom as soon as we got back inside. But first, I needed to figure out what the fuck just happened, and where we stood.

"So, um, what now?" I asked in a quiet voice. Criss rolled away from me and leaned his back against the wall, making sure his pants were back in place and looked up at me.

"I don't know." he said and looked down at the ground. He didn't know? What the fuck? He fought so hard to get me back, and now that he had his chance, his answer was 'I don't know'?

"What do you mean you don't know?" I snapped, my anger already making its way to the surface again.

"How can I trust you again Lana? You've already run out on me, twice, both times running straight to Leto." I cringed at his words. I hated it when he called him Leto, but he refused to call him by his first name.

"For one thing, Sarantakos, I didn't run out on you! The first time you left me, and the second time, you kicked me out! Remember?" Our moment was gone, and now we were right back at the beginning. "And secondly, I didn't run to Jared! He came to me, both times! And you know what? We are just friends, have never been anything more than that!" I spat at him.

"Then why the fuck were you pregnant with his baby?" he shouted, his calmness breaking. I took a step away from him, shocked. How did he know about that? I hung my head and sighed. I was going to kill Costa for telling him.

"You know about that?" I asked, feeling ashamed. He pushed himself from the wall, ran his hands through his hair and nodded. I blew out a loud breath. "I told you Criss. That night," He held up his hand, telling me to stop talking. I snapped my mouth shut and leaned silently against the wall, watching him pace back and forth.

"This was a mistake." he said more to himself than me.

"How can you say that?" I asked him, feeling a little hurt, and used.

"Because Lana," he snapped his head to look at me, "this doesn't change anything. It doesn't change our history, it doesn't change our feelings, it doesn't change our problems, and it certainly doesn't change the fact that you'd rather be Letos slut than my wife."

Before I even knew what I was doing I launched myself from the wall. My fist cracked loudly as it made contact with Criss' jaw. Instantly I regretted it. Not because he didn't deserve it, but because my knuckles started to throb in pain. I clutched my hand against my chest, not letting Criss have the satisfaction of knowing how much that hurt. I wanted to watch the surprise on his face as he realized what just happened.

"Fuck!" Criss yelled and stumbled backwards, catching himself against the wall. He held his jaw with his hand and stared at me, shock written all over his face. He pulled his hand away, wincing when he touched the fresh cut with his finger. He licked his lip and stood there silently.

"So you used me for a piece of ass? What? Your girlfriend cant fuck you the way I do?" I spat at him. He gaped at me with nothing to say. "Well fuck you Criss! This is the last time. The last fucking time you will ever get the satisfaction of my pleasure." I turned on my heels and flung the back door entrance open. "Now who's the cheating asshole?" I tossed at him over my shoulder before letting the door slam behind me. Priceless. Criss was speechless. And I wanted the last sight I ever had of him to be exactly that. A scared little boy clutching his bleeding lip that I had given to him. I wasn't going to tell his girlfriend what we had just done. I was going to let it eat away at him, until he couldn't take it anymore. I was going to make sure he lived a life of hell for what he had just done to me.

I headed to the bathroom to clean myself up before I made my way back to our table. Jo, Sully and Brian all sat silently, obviously waiting for me to come back. They all looked lost, like they had no idea what to do. I cleared my throat to announce I was back. They turned to stare at me.

"Oh my god! Lana! Are you okay?" Jo asked, jumping off the chair and pulling my hand into hers. I grinned to myself and nodded.

"I'm perfect." I beamed. Sully rolled his eyes.

"What did you do to him?" he asked. Sully always had a way of knowing when Criss and I had a fight, but even more so, he could always tell when our fights had gone a little too far. Just then Criss walked back into the club, still clutching his jaw. I snicked to myself and wondered what excuse he was going to give his poor little girlfriend. The three of them looked back at Criss.

"Fuck," Sully rolled his eyes and sighed. "you punched him?" he asked and shook his head. "Why am I not surprised?" he mumbled to himself before taking a drink. I shrugged.

"He deserved it. Its a long story. And no, I don't want to talk about. I'm calling Jared, and I'm going home." I told them. Thanks to Criss' little stunt, all trace of alcohol I had, was now gone but I still didn't feel comfortable taking a cab home alone, and I wasn't about to ruin the night for everyone else. I turned to Brian.

"I'm sorry Brian. I'm sure Jo filled you in by now, but that's my ex, my, most recent ex." I explained to him, hoping he would understand what just happened, and that he wouldn't hold it against me. Brian laughed.

"Just remind me not to piss you off." he chuckled and nudged his chin towards my hand, which had ice from the drinks on top of it.

"Yea, sometimes my temper gets the best of me." I laughed along with him. I gave the three of them each a hug before making my way out to the front, pulling out my phone and dialing Jared. I tucked myself into a dark corner to keep myself hidden, in case Criss decided to come looking for me again.

Jared was asleep, so Shannon was on his way to get me. When he pulled up and I got into the passenger seat, he could tell something was wrong. I gave him the short version of what happened, not including the crazy sex. He didn't have much to say, just nodded or shook his head every now and then. And of coursing he laughed when I told him I punched Criss in the face.

When we got home it was past 2 in the morning. After everything that I had been through tonight, the only person I wanted to see was Jared. But I didn't have the heart to wake him. After I had taken a shower, washing every last trace of Criss off of me, and gotten my pajamas on, I crawled into bed with Jared. His eyes fluttered open shortly after I had gotten settled.

"Lana?" He asked, his eyes only half open. "What are you doing? Whats wrong?" he rubbed his eyes trying to make them focus. "Is everything okay?" his concern bleeding through his voice. I bit my lip and shook my head no. He didn't ask anything else, just wrapped me into his arms. I nuzzled my face against his chest and listened to his heart beat as we both fell asleep.


"You did what?" Jared yelled. I was thankful that Shannon and Tomo weren't here. I'm sure they would have taken Jareds side and I would have been a mental case trying to defend myself, not that I deserved any defense. He started to pace the floor, running his hands through his hair. My phone started to ring loudly, making both of us jump.

"If he calls one more fucking time, I'm breaking that god damn phone!" he stopped pacing and pointed to my phone. Criss had been calling me every 10 minutes for the past 4 hours and since I had just told Jared about what happened last night, everything that happened, he was no longer amused with the fact that Criss was stalking me. I knew better than to call Jareds bluff, so I held down the power button and shut the phone off. Unlike Criss, Jared would break my phone. Criss would have threatened and then stormed off when I didn't listen to him. But I had been around Jared long enough to know, that when he was pissed and he threatened, by god you better listen, unless I wanted to watch my phone learn how to fly.

"Why would you do that Lana? Errr!" He yelled and began pacing back and forth again.

"I'm sorry Jared, it just, kind of, happened." I tried to explain. Who was I kidding? There was no way to explain it. Jared chuckled sarcastically.

"There is no such thing as 'just happened' Lana! Look at us." he spat. "I thought we had something! I thought we were trying to move past Criss and see where we could go." he sounded hurt, and I didn't blame him. I knew Jared had his hopes up, no matter how many times he told me he was okay with being just friends. I knew he wanted to be with me. And I knew it was a bad idea to lead him on by coming to LA with him. I hated myself for last night. All last night had done was hurt everyone involved, and even some who weren't involved.

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked in a small voice. He stopped pacing and stared at me for a minute.

"No. I'm not Criss. I'm not gonna throw you out every time something doesn't go my way."

"Thank you," I began. Jared held up a finger cutting me off.

"Just because I'm not throwing you out doesn't mean you didn't royally fuck up and that I'm not royally fucking pissed at you." One thing about Jared, fuck was his favorite word, especially when he was mad. I hung my head and stared at the floor. "Fuck!" he yelled before leaving my bedroom and slamming the door behind him. I took a deep breath and flung myself back onto the bed. I just needed to give him a couple of hours to cool off. I listened as the sound of glass shattering and Jared yelling came from the living room. Okay, maybe a couple days.