Hello my fellow readers, I'm back like I promised. Here's the other chapter. After this, I'm gonna have to start creating the mpreg chapters. That's always the best part. Oh, and I have to start bringing Blake back into the story so hopefully that will be exciting. Anyway, thank you for reading the previous chapter and loving it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one too. Enjoy!?

Chapter 4 – Desolation

(Benny's P. O. V)

Three weeks. Three long and dreadful weeks have painfully gone by. Three weeks since the specific night of passion, pain, and heartache. That night that lead my only source of life to be crushed and shattered, to become mechanic and beat only to keep me alive. Slowly letting a deep and painful wound carve itself deeply into the deep, internal depths of my heating flesh. All this pain that I feel, all the heartache, all the melancholy that I endure with each passing minute of the day and every agonizing hour of the dreadful night was caused by the one man I supposedly loved, Ethan Morgan.

Slowly abused by the mere thought of his bitter existence. The beautiful male that made my heart speed up, made my cheeks ache with each smile my lips threatened to muster, with each touch his hands would lay upon my bare skin, moments I would always cherish even if for him, I was just a way to please his forbidden deep desires, desires that always ended in us being connected as one, hearts beating in complete utter sync as my tight, warm, velvet walls clutched his pulsing member. I took a deep breath, slowly letting my eyelids flutter close and softly shaking my head from side to side, trying to desperately get rid of the consuming thoughts involving him. Still, the thoughts of that night lingered around my malfunctioning mind, like a poisonous pain that will always be around until it is finally cured.

Yet, it would never be cured, knowing in the deep depths of my internal soul that there was no cure for that tragic pain that now haunted me, a small part of me never wanting it to ever disappear. The pain is like a sweet reminder of what I had with him. It will always be the painful reminder of what I can never have with the beautiful monster that held and caged my withered heart. The beautiful monster that had left an impenetrable mark that has now cursed me, a marking that now laid upon my bruised body, my forgotten soul, and my broken heart. The beautiful monster that had taken every single thing from me, my sanity, my soul, my virginity, and the possibility to fall in love with someone else.

Everything is gone because of him. An audible sigh escaped my parted lips, my pale eyelids fluttering open and the light that my nightstand provided, slowly fogging my vision. Nothing has changed and nothing will ever change. I felt a painful tug at my now tethered and broken heart strings, feeling the light stinging sensation inside my chest, while my green eyes traveled across the room. Ever since I sorted out my feelings for him back in the seventh grade, I always known that my biggest wish was to share a bed with the one that held my heart, to be able to sleep against him and wake up next to each other every morning wrapped in his muscular arms, but that dream slowly faded away when I stepped foot in Whitechapel and Rosalina came in the picture. I quickly turned away from the picture of Ethan and I on my dresser, trying not to think about Ethan and Rosalina in bed.

I shook those thoughts away quickly, getting comfortable in my bed, clutching and tugging the white sheets and blankets over my fragile and trembling body. My back turning to the only source of light in the room, as I stared out the window at the glorious stars above, watching as they painted the sky in an ominous white light, slowly feeling darkness consume me and letting the arms of darkness and despair wash over me as I found myself reminiscing about that night.

(Flashback)

I was almost there, almost in the graceful arms of darkness, a gentle step away from the lands of dreamland, but everything came tumbling down when that squeak came from the once closed window, hearing the audible crack on the wooden floor as I began to count his agonizing footsteps. Suddenly hearing the tight closing of my bedroom window, I laid on the bed, still. My eyelids covering my green orbs, shielding them away from the image of him and the light from my bright-lit lamp. Five minutes passed until I felt his touch, his touch that I loved the most, and then followed by his sweet and sultry voice, the voice that continued to break my heart with each lie he told. Tonight, it was different, everything was different.

I felt the right side of my bed dip slightly as I felt his arms wrap around my small, exotic frame, feeling his lips lightly graze over my ear, hearing his soft breathing, making tingles run down my spine as his breath caressed my earlobe, stroking my hip.

"Benny." A deep hint of lust and desire, deeply embedded in his beautiful voice.

"Yes, Ethan?" I whispered, letting my eyelids flutter open before I turned to look at him.

"I need you. I need to kiss you, I need to feel you, I need to be inside of you." His breath once again caressing my ear as he crawled on top of me and leaned down, capturing my lips with his own.

I needed him, even though after everything was finished and his desires were pleased, he would leave me again. I would be left in a pit of darkness with a shattered heart all over again. Here I am once again, all the feelings and emotions I tried to block out two weeks ago was coming back. The remembrance of being hurt and having my heart being stepped on, broken in twowas long forgotten. Here I am, lying down on dirty and wrinkled white sheets, my naked body arching off of the bed, as pleasure flowed throughout my heated flesh and limbs, slowly succumbing me, burying me in my most painful desire.

A pathetic whimper escaped my parted lips, panting.

My arms and fingers wrapping themselves around Ethan's neck, tangling my fingers through his long, brown tufts of hair, as my legs began to wrap themselves around Ethan's muscular, but yet thin waist. I slowly began to pull him closer, letting him go deeper inside of me, letting the beautiful monster take control of me, feeling him steadily moving inside of me. The slapping of skin echoed throughout the small heated room, loud moans and whimpers could be heard throughout the empty room.

For once, I was grateful that everyone was gone for the night. Grandma was at a poker game with a few woman from the neighborhood and my cousin was studying at her girlfriends' house, knowing this was the perfect night to let Ethan take and claim my body all night long, just to please his own desires and once again let him shatter my heart, even though, in the long run, it will bring back an unbearable pain of which my heart continued to plunder.

I let my body arch into his big, sweaty chest, feeling each and every new defined muscles flexing under my palms. I soon felt muscular arms wrap around my thin frame as my legs and arms tightened around his body, pounding into me. Small whimpers of pain escaping my lips as I felt burning liquid run down my now over-stretched cheeks, yet the pleasure was still there, taking control of my already weakened body.

Suddenly,every moment, every pant and moan, every whimper and gasp, every pleasure that filled and coursed through our heated bodies stopped, fading away.

(Flashback)

I closed my eyes tightly as I tried to block out the images, knowing deep in my soul that all the passion-filled nights were all lies. He didn't want me. He didn't love me. I sighed, as tears once fell down my porcelain cheeks. Was it because I didn't have the hazel eyes that stared back at him every night? Was it because I didn't have the sweet, gentle caress of a woman's touch? Why couldn't he see that I loved him beyond anyone else in the world? All I could think of was, why? Why does he find joy in tearing up my already withered heart? Hell, why did I have to be in love with the same man that has caused me so much heartache? Why did I desire his pain? My heart filling with the dark emotions that continued to comfort me at night as I slowly let the darkness's wings wrap around my fragile body, letting the saccharine darkness overcome me, feeling a single tear roll down my reddened cheek as I slowly let unconsciousness succumb me, dreaming of the man I hated to say I was purely and utterly in love with.

Well, that was all. I hope it wasn't too disappointing. I tried my best. Anyway, thanks for reading. It's 3am and it's time for me to go to bed. Anyway, Review, Follow and Favorite. Hope you enjoyed it. Goodnight.