It's been a few hours since Jayson left, I felt like shit and I didn't want to do anything. I have been curled up on the couch since. Though I've stopped crying, I still feel like utter shit. I was just thinking of how stupid I was to let myself go when I heard a loud knock on the door. I grunt and force myself to answer the door. I plod over to the door and open it. I let out a gasp when lips were crushed against mine in a hungry kiss.
"Andy, stop," I told him. "I can't do this right now!" I looked down and away.
"You can and you will, I'm not going to have you screwing around with other guys on me." he said ferociously.
I pushed him away from me a little and backed up.
"Oh fuck that Andy! You know and I know we are no where near serious as to where I can screw another guy!" I yelled at him.
His faced turned to pure fury. And he grabbed me by the neck. He smirked. I sighed, his grip wasn't meant to hurt me, I kinda liked it, and he knew it.
He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Don't screw around on me ever again." He removed his hand.
My jaw practically hit the floor. "We aren't anything Andy! All we do is fuck! We're only fuck buddies. You said so yourself!" I yelled at him. Then, he punched me in the face. I staggered back shocked. "What the fuck!" he pulled me to the back of the house to my room, and pushed me in. I stumbled a little but caught myself on the dresser. Andy grabbed something off the floor and drug me down to the basement. He pulled me down the stairs the pulled me to the unfurnished room in the back, and shoved me to the floor. He ran back up the stairs and I heard him digging around for something. I stood up and listened, I heard him come back downstairs. He came towards me and grabbed at my wrists, I pulled them away quickly and backed up. I tripped over something on the floor and landed on my ass. He grabbed at my wrists again and handcuffed them. I immediately started freaking out. He pulled me to my feet and drug me over to the middle of the room. He stretched my arms above my head to where I was practically on my tip toes and chained my handcuffs to the beam overhead. He took a step back and looked at me. I was pulling and yanking and the cuffs and chain.
"Stop moving." Andy barked. I didn't listen I only freaked out more. He came towards me and punched me in the stomach.