Deranged Lust, Tina Mahnam [ink book reader .txt] 📗

shit... "When me and Bruce first became friends, he didn't really have a girlfriend before that, except in middle school where the girlfriend broke up with him. Anyways, me and him were the closest, but that one day arose when my sister came to visit me and my dad with my mom. The moment Bruce laid eyes on her, he immediately fell in love. It might sound stupid, but trust me it was. The way he peered at her, and he would continuously ask about her, how she was, what she liked. He would deliver gifts to her front door every single day. I didn't mind really, because what could be better than having your sister be treated good by your own best-friend. I was beyond cheerful, and mostly for her. I knew she was going to get treated well, and I was aware of the fact that she deserved it..." There was a short silent, I'm guessing that's where the bad part will finally arrive. "But...?" I continued, looking into his eyes that just stared at the floor, I held his hand and squeezed it in reassurance. He lifted his head up and decided to speak while keeping eye-contact. "But when they started dating...things changed. I didn't see my sister for weeks, nor did I even have any contact with Bruce. One day he asked permission from me to take her to Hawaii, of course I said yes. She was only 19, and I wanted her to live her best life, before she wanted to leave to university. Two days passed, I had no news from either of them. Those two days turned to two weeks. I called my sister, she picked up but I didn't hear an answer, instead I heard arguing. Bruce was yelling about how she had the audacity to sleep with someone else behind his back while they were on their vacation." Oh god...I can't even imagine how that must've felt, but for now the further John keeps explaining, the more his voice continues to break. I was really concerned at this point, but also very curious to know what happened to her. He took a final breath before continuing, "I straight away rushed to Bruce's apartment, I was way beyond furious. Scared that he was going to hurt her. I made my way to their floor, and slammed the door open with my foot. The moment I stepped in that apartment, I felt myself break down in a thousand different ways. There my sister was, laying on the floor with blood everywhere. And there was Bruce, standing in the corner of the room, shaking and crying. He got up and yelled at me, saying they were arguing, but she tried to leave the house, her heel broke, she fell and hit her head on the dining table." I started to shake, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. It sounded like such a coincidence, the moment they were fighting she happened to fall and crack her skull? I couldn't stand to see the tears that were now falling down from John's eyes. I mumbled that it's okay and leaned forward and embraced him. "It's okay...come on, what happened next?" I asked. He was still sobbing a little on my shoulder. "I believed him, because when I checked t-the heel was r-really broken. And the dining table had a small crack, the b-blood tracing down to her unconscious b-body. So, we both took her to the hospital. Days passed until she finally w-woke up, but she was paralyzed." I felt my whole body freeze. That couldn't be possible, even if it was I can't even imagine the pain him and his family had gone through...

"I-Is she still-" He then interrupted before finishing, "Yes...she's still paralyzed, and hasn't spoken a word ever since that accident. So, I don't know whether Bruce was saying the truth or not..." He carried on to sob on my shoulder, I stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings into his ear to make him feel better. "I'm so sorry this happened to you John, you and your sister didn't deserve this..." I whispered. We both parted a little, our faces only inches distant from each other. We stared at each other, eye-to-eye. This bond inside of us growing, our attraction towards each other becoming stronger by every single second that passed. Soon enough, we both leaned in and combined our lips with one another. The kiss was smooth, but many mixed feelings were put into it. Emotions of sadness, grief, appealing, pleasing, tempting, and in some ways lust. 

We soon pulled away, just to have ourselves staring at each other for another one to two minutes. None of us glitched, because both of us were communicating in a way nobody could. We could feel each other's pain through our eyes. He shared them. He shared his sorrow with me, and by all means I accepted, if it was anyone else I'm pretty sure they would too.

"Rebecca." He called out lowly, "Yes?" He kept quiet for a bit, his lips then parted from each other and spoke, "Please take care of yourself." I frowned then nodded in response. I really didn't know what to think of Bruce anymore. Even though he might not be who he seems, he's still a man with feelings, and maybe his weak point is betrayal. Maybe he's gotten hurt so many times that he doesn't know how to handle his patience anymore, and maybe I have to teach him. Maybe I could be the only one who can turn him into a better person. Not just for himself, but for everyone around him. I've never seen his parents disrespect him, or in any other way have him talk bad about them. Mostly, because they're probably just too busy with earning their money and luxury lifestyle that they barely bother to listen about what's going around their son's life. 

"Anyways, you should probably head to bed before Bruce finds out." John cleared his throat, trying to keep his eyes off of me, because they were all filled with tears. "No." I confidently spoke. I lifted his chin up, staring deeply into his dark soul and finally placing another kiss on his pale but smooth lips. He was first surprised, but soon kissed back. We ended the kiss at once, taking some time to ourselves, and try to comprehend on exactly what was going on. "That felt nice." He chuckled with a smile, I returned one too then nodded gently. "Same time tomorrow?" I asked. He mumbled a yes. Next, we both took our separate ways. Something about John made me feel calm and secure, I felt like I could trust him with a lot of things that I definitely couldn't trust with Bruce. Speaking of him, no matter what happens. He shouldn't find out about this. I still need time and patience to understand what his game is. I spent the whole night, laying down on my bed, and constantly thinking about both John and Bruce. How did I even end up in this mess? If I ever try and get out of it, I'm pretty sure I could experience something bad coming for me, but I can't spend the rest of my life in despair and stay with a man whom I'm too scared to sleep with anymore. I forcefully closed my eyes, and felt myself drift away .

But soon a couple hours after I had fallen asleep, I quickly woke up to the sound of screams and arguing. I looked to my side to find it empty, and checked my phone for the time. Who in the world was arguing at four in the morning. Oh God no...this definitely doesn't look good. I rushed outside to find out that it was John and Sasha who were arguing instead of him and Bruce. Thank God for that.

"I'm so tired of your repeated shit, why can't you just pick it up and take it out of my life!" John yelled right in her face, she screamed then pushed him right into the pool out of rage. Me and Bruce jumped mid-way in surprise, she glanced at me with an irritated expression then stormed out. Bruce helped John get out of the pool, "What the fuck happened to you two?" He cursed, John rolled his eyes then threw a dripping wet phone on the concrete floor which slid right next to my foot, the screen already smashed into pieces from the throw. I wrinkled my eyebrows then kneeled down to pick it up, the phone was unlocked and the screen was stuck on a chat with someone. I read through it then found myself gasping while covering my mouth with my palm. Bruce walked towards me and asked what it was. I showed the phone to him then looked over at John who was busy staring at the floor, and running his hand through his wet hair. "Damn, that chick wanted to bankrupt you?" Bruce chuckled. 

"Can't believe I fell for her squeaky ass. I was gonna dump her anyway, this just gave me a better reason to do so." John confirmed, then walked past me like I was just a wind in the air. I felt kind of offended, but decided to shrug it off as nothing. He was probably just angry about the whole situation. I soon noticed Bruce staring at me from the corner of my eye, "Hey, you okay?" He asked. I looked back at him and nodded without hesitation, "Okay, I'm going to head to the city to pick up some things for tomorrow. Make sure not to hang around with John too much." He warned. I giggled lightly, "You're kidding right?" I gave him a weird stare so he could easily fall for it.

"I trust you." He smiled, pecking my lips then grabbing his keys and heading out. I released a sigh of relief then ran up to John's door, I knocked a couple times, but I didn't receive a response. So, I decided to open the door and head inside without any permission. The room was empty so I decided to wander around, looking through his stuff and imaging what it would be like if I met John before I met Bruce. My thoughts soon got interrupted as soon as I heard someone clear their throat. I jumped in surprise then turned around to find John with his wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. His abs shining in the sunlight that came through the window. "Holy-" I gasped, he soon walked over to me. Our bodies so close together, it felt as if they were puzzles. So right for each other, these two pieces would make the whole game complete. He placed his right hand on my waist then leaned closely to my neck, breathing hard. I felt myself shiver from the intense amount of physical contact. He then whispered huskily, "Do you mind moving? I need to put my boxers on." I blushed in embarrassment and immediately moved away, "I-I'm sorry." I hesitated. He chuckled then waved it off, grabbing his clothes from the drawers that I moved away from. "Um- I shouldn't be here. I just wanted to see how you were doing. I'll be waiting outside." I spoke in speed, already embarrassed, and didn't want to increase that feeling anymore, so I ran out of the room before I could let him even exhale a breath. 

I swirled my hand on top of the pool water, enjoying the reflection that the water gave out. It calmed me. The water. "I have a question." I turned around to find John approach my way, and sit beside me on the corner of the pool. "Go ahead." 

"What was the reason you started swimming and continued for all these years?" He asked curiously while crossing his legs and staring at me, waiting for a reply. I took a deep breath then felt my head