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In love with a rebel

Novel By: IceBreaker
Erotica



(FINISHED) Young and pregnant, Rylie Hartford is still head over heels in love with her verbally abusive ex boyfriend, but soon learns to hate him after she finds herself in love with a guy who is dangerous. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 10, 2013    Reads: 501    Comments: 9    Likes: 4   


Author's Note: I'm gonna end this story soon guys, I know I named this erotica but its not really much of one. There's been no sex scenes but there will be one coming up in the next chapter post. Anyways, enjoy.

Chapter 8: Okay, I'm in love

"You sure this is it?" Melanie asked as her car drove up to the address that Dylan found for me.

I nodded. "I'm sure."

She nodded. "Okay. Just call me when you're ready to go." She said.

I nodded and looked back to the smoky gray house with a yard that had soft grass and a rocky pathway.

I got out of the car and placed my phone in my pocket and shut the door.

I walked up the dark rocky pathway and the atmosphere felt odd as I stepped onto the porch. I went up to the door and swallowed my nervousness as I knocked on the door.

I stood and waited for an answer.

Nothing.

I knocked again and then turned to look in the driveway. His black mustang was here.

The door opened and a drowsy looking Damon opened the door. He had on no shirt so I couldn't but to stare at his chest. On the side of his ribs revealed a tattoo that said 'No pain' in cursive writing. He had on a pair of black jeans that hung off his hips and black socks. His hair was messy yet fit him perfectly.

I swallowed as I stared at his appearance.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"Can I come in?"

"Answer my question first."

"I missed you, okay?" I said.

Damon sighed. "You shouldn't be here."

"I wish you would stop doing that. You've told me the worst of it, and I'm fine with it."

"You freaked the fuck out when I told you what happened with my mother."

"It was unexpected." I explained.

Damon looked down and shook his head. "Even being around me will get you hurt."

I shrugged. "I'm starting not to care. Guess I get that from you." I said.

Damon's lips curved up slightly. "Alright." He turned and walked into the house and I followed him inside.

The room had black leather couches, a small wooden coffee table, and dark gray carpet. It was a dark room but for some reason I felt comfortable in it. "Want a beer….wait….never mind." He scoffed. "Want a soda or water?" He asked.

"I'll take a soda." I said.

He nodded and disappeared into a room. I took off my red leather jacket and my black chuck taylors.

I sat down on the carpet, against the couch and waited for Damon.

He came back with a can of soda, a beer and a huge bag of chips in his hand.

I grinned at the chips and he gave me the bag.

He sat my soda down.

And then sat down on the floor beside me.

"Why haven't you been in school?" I asked opening the bag of chips.

"I don't know….guess I been avoiding you."

"Why?"

"You don't remember the fucked up conversation we had last Saturday? If I'd have saw you, I'd just keep thinking about that and I didn't wanna think about it."

I opened my pop and took a few sips. "I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about-"

"Stop. Don't. You don't even owe me a damn explanation. You laid down, did what you had to do and I couldn't do shit to prevent that." He said shrugging.

I looked down at my fingers.

"Yes, I was pissed at first." He said and I looked at him.

He shook his head. "The fact that of all the people to be the father of your child, he's the one. I already know how he is. He's not gonna be there for you and I just want to kick the shit out of him for it."

He took a cigarette out. Then he sighed. "But I'll be there." He said, his eyes capturing mine.

This warm feeling spreaded throughout my body. Was he serious?

"You will?"

Damon ran his fingers through his hair. "If you want."

I smiled. "I want that." I said nodding.

Damon sighed. "Damn, I promised myself I'd stay away and here you are." He said.

"You have a problem with me here?" I asked.

He scooted closer to me and shook his head. "No." He grabbed his cigarette and lit it up and laid his head back against the couch and I laid next to him, watching him as he blew out smoke.

"I like you being here. I tried to convince myself that you're not important and shit but…." He shook his head. "I'm fucking lying to myself." He said and then looked at me.

I looked back at him, his eyes were drowsy but smiling although he kept a straight face.

"Oh." I said whispering.

Damon sighed and grabbed his ipod from off the table and turned to 'sweet dreams' by Marilyn Manson.

Then he sat back and stared up at the ceiling while blowing smoke from his lips.

The music started off slow….

'Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Traveled the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused'

My hand found his and neither of us pulled away. I slowly looked over to him.

He looked back to me. His eyes heavy- lidded.

And the moment fit in perfectly with the song.

'Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree?
Traveled the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused'

I leaned over, not caring about how embarrassing the moment may be.

My lips went to his and I closed my eyes.

His tongue parted my lips and he pulled me into his lap.

Heat was basically radiating from my body.

Damon's fingers curled into my hair and he sighed into my mouth.

Our tongues fought and played together.

I placed my fingers through his black hair and leaned my forehead against his.

His fingers held my head in place as he leaned his forehead against mine.

"I don't wanna leave." I whispered.

"I don't want you to." He whispered back.

As he said the words, I was struck with realization.

I'm in love with Damon. A rebel, A bad-boy, a dangerous guy who has a dark side. A dark side.

A dark side that may also put me in danger but I don't think I cared.

"There's more." He said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"About my life."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I know it upsets you."

He shook his head. "I'm already breaking all the rules for having feelings for you, I might as well tell you more."

"Breaking the rules?" I asked.

"Remember I said that I don't trust anybody. That its dangerous for us to be near each other. But I don't care anymore."

His hand went up to cup my jaw. He stared into my eyes.

"I thought your mom and the sleeping pills were the worst of it." I said.

He smirked, "I lied, Rylie." He said.

Oh. I didn't know it got worst.

"What else?" I asked.

He sat back and sighed as he crossed his arms. "I was very fond of fire when I was a kid." He said.

My eyes widened. "What'd you do?" I asked.

"I never told you that before I left Mississippi, I set my house on fire. And someone else's."

"What?"

He smirked. "I met my dad once, and I wished it would have been never. He hates me and so in return, I showed him that I felt the same way."

"You set his house on fire." I said.

He nodded. "He had it coming."

"So, you believe in revenge."

He didn't say anything.

I raised my eyebrow waiting for his answer.

"I believe in revenge on those who deserve it." He said nodding. "I can understand that." I said. My thoughts automatically drifting to Evan.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"How much I can't stand Evan."

"What's he'd do?" He asked. A dark look covering his features.

"Nothing big. Just tripped me and made my nose bleed."

Damon smirked. "And you don't think that's big?"

I shrugged.

Damon shook his head. "All Evan has to do is give me a reason. One reason." He said nodding.

The darkness that lurked in his eyes astounded me.

"Don't worry about him."

Damon scoffed. "Do I looked worried about him?"

I shook my head.

"I just hope he knows that if he messes with you again, I'm gonna fuck him up."





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