Lizzy (bridge2thestars) wrote in pie_loves_seb,

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The reason I cry...

Hey! I'm, like, new in this community, and i don't know i anyone even like, posts here anymore, but i thought I'd post this here. It's cross posted to here, slash_theplan and   love_just_is___ (my writing journal)


Title: The reason I cry (May change, I dno yet)

Author: Lizzy

Pairing: Pierre/Seb eventually :P At the moment it’s sorta Jeff/Seb

Rating: R

Warnings: Rape/Non Con. Please don’t read if you don’t like that stuff. I’m sorry.

Authors Note: I don’t know what I think of this, it sorta came into my head, and wouldn’t go away, so I wrote it, and yeah. Please comment, comments mean a lot to me, and uh… No flames though, please! Yeah, well… On with the story I guess.





I’m lying in my bed, curled up into a ball with the blankets clutched to my chest. My head is down, and my eyes are open, watching the door, hoping, praying that the person turning the knob isn’t Jeff. The door creaks slightly as it opens slowly, light from the hallway spilling inside, and I watch as Jeff steps into the room. My grip on the blankets tightens, and I close my eyes swiftly, hoping that he will think I’m asleep and leave, but when I feel strong hands roughly gripping my shoulders and shaking me I know that he’s not leaving. I open my eyes again and look up at him.

“Wakey, wakey,” He whispers harshly, and pulls me out of the bed, away from my blankets. I utter a muffled noise of distress and clutch at the blankets, not wanting to lose them, the only security I have. He wrenches the blankets from my hands and throws them across the room. I watch, sadly, as they land, sprawled across the carpet, and then yelp in pain as Jeff roughly shoves me onto my face on the floor. One thing I’ve learned since this started, is that Jeff will never fuck me on the bed. It’s always on the floor, or the couch. I don’t know why, and I don’t think he’ll ever tell me, not that it bothers me that much, the thing that bothers me is the fact that he’s fucking me. He places his knee in the middle of my back and leans on me, his weight pinning me to the floor painfully. One of my arms is trapped under me and it is hurting more by the second. I can hear Jeff moving above me, and I clench my eyes shut tightly and bite my lip as he pulls my pants off me, and positions himself above me. I let out a strangled scream as he thrusts into me, and I can taste blood where my teeth have gone straight through my lip. He pulls out and then he thrusts in again, violently. The pain is unbearable, and I can’t help but yell. He smacks me across the back of my head angrily and snaps at me.

“Shut the fuck up, Lefebvre.” He growls and I do, tears running silently down my cheeks. After a while he cums inside me, and then pulls out. He grabs my shoulder and pulls me to my feet.

“If you tell anyone about this, and I mean anyone, I will kill Pierre. Got it?” He growls and I look at him, terrified. “I know you like him, you pathetic piece of shit. I’m not blind, though he might be. But remember, if anyone, anyone at all, finds out about this, Pierre gets it.” He shoves me backwards and I fall hard. I nod silently, and then he leaves the room. I sit on the floor, not moving for a while, and then I get up and grab my blankets and curl up in the bed again. I should have a shower, and get clean, but I hurt, and I don’t want to move, so I lay there until I fall asleep.


Please comment! If i don't get comments then i wont continue posting it, cos I'll assume no one likes it.

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