Page 69 of Hate Like Ours

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Who knew having sex on an abandoned bridge, in the pouring rain, would be so good if you ignored the pain? I definitely didn’t. He flips us over so that I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me. The rain is drizzling over us now and somehow that just enhances everything I’m feeling.

He starts to piston his cock in and out of me while kissing me again to stifle my screams. His hard thrusts are rubbing against my lips and it hurts like fuck. He pumps his cock into me a few more times before he lets out a grunt as he comes inside me. His orgasm triggers my own and a second later, I’m coming right along with him. I feel myself squirt on his cock and he just groans at the feel of it.

Once we catch our breaths, he slowly pulls out of me and I instantly hate how it feels at the loss of him. My legs are still kind of spread and he looks down at my pussy.

“Your pussy is bleeding for me again.” He smirks and I want to slap him. I don’t say a word, just close my legs and get to my feet as he gets to his.

“Let’s go,” he tells me and I bend down to pick my bag up from the ground.

As we start walking back to the end of the bridge, I feel the chill in my bones. I shiver at the coldness but keep walking.

“Well, uh, thanks for that…” I say awkwardly as I move to keep walking when we get to where his car is parked. It’s funny how I didn’t even hear his car pull up earlier. I still feel a little high, so maybe that’s why I’m not freaking out right now.

“Get in the car, Raine!” he says in an authoritative voice.

“No, it’s fine. I drove my own car here so I’ll drive myself home, thank you very much,” I mumble as I start walking again. I almost trip over my own two feet and giggle at that. I hear him curse and then I’m upside down as he throws me over his shoulder.

He makes his way to his car again and to the passenger side. He puts me inside before he buckles me in. I somehow fall asleep on the short ride to my house. The next thing I feel is myself being lifted in his arms as he carries me into my house.

He takes me up to my room and places me on the chair that’s at the foot of my bed. He moves to take off my wet clothes and I’m instantly awake.

“No!” I practically scream. “I-I got it.”

He shrugs. I stumble into my closet and grab a set of pajamas before making my way to my bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me. Shit, I’m on the verge of a freakout. I didn’t want him to undress me. I didn’t want him to see all the scars on my arms or the words carved into my stomach.

I quickly shower and change. When I go back into my room, he’s still here and sitting on the chair.

“Um, thanks for the ride but what about my car?” I ask him, not knowing what else to say.

“I’ll have Asher or one of the guys bring it here. Give me the keys,” he says, and I walk over to where my bag is. I dig into it for the keys and then hand them to him.

“Don’t drink any more alcohol,” he growls before he gets up and walks out of my room.

Today was one of the most taxing days I’ve ever had and I’m not sure if I’ll ever recover from what happened.

Knox motherfucking Riverside kissed me!

Sure he’s fucked me before, but he’s never kissed me no matter how many times he’s used my body. There were even rumors around school that he never kisses anyone. He’s never kissed any of the girls he’s hooked up with. He’s never even kissed Ivy and she claims that he’ll always be hers. What a psycho.

Now that he’s gone and I’m alone, I suddenly feel exhausted. All the energy I had and the euphoria I was feeling from kissing Knox is gone now and all I want to do is sleep. I open my bag again and this time I take out the baggie with the pills to check it.

Thankfully, none of them are wet because it was wrapped up in plastic. None of them are ruined. I mean, if they were, I would’ve been mad cause they cost a pretty penny. I check my phone since I haven’t done so in hours.

I see that Mom sent me a text about an hour ago, telling me that she’ll be late because she has to work late tonight. I don’t know if she actually has to work or if that’s code for she’s spending time with Jonathan before coming home.

Either way, I’m too tired to care. I text her an okay before crawling into bed and pulling the covers over me. In no time, the exhaustion pulls me under and I’m fast asleep.



A knock soundson my door the next morning but I feel like shit to even move or answer it. Instead, I burrow myself deeper under the covers. The warmth under here feels so good, and I don’t want to leave it for anything.

A second later, the door to my room opens anyway, and my mom walks in. I peek my head out from under the blanket to look at her as she sits on the bed next to me and places a hand on my forehead to feel if I have a temperature.

“Still not feeling well?” she questions, her voice filled with concern.

“I’m still feeling a bit under the weather today. I think I might have caught a cold or something,” I tell her. My voice does sound a little funny and my nose is definitely stuffy. “I think it’s ’cause I got caught in the rain a little yesterday.”

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