Little Runaway

Pushing Brittney to her limits and continuing to tease her until she was ready to declare just how much she needed him was more than a little too much fun for Zacky. He smirked against her skin, shaking his head slowly as he started back up her body. He tugged at her wrists and when she let go of the sheets, Zacky placed her hands above her head, forcing her fingers to wrap around the headboard. "Keep your hands above your head, princess. No playing until it's time," he spoke, his voice taking on a stern edge. He leaned down, kissing her deeply before moving further south.

Zacky knew that Brittney wasn't ready for the level of dominance that he normally craved but he wasn't afraid to pull out restraints and keep her where he wanted to if it was necessary. Teasing his finger over her folds, Zacky rested his cheek against her thigh. He chuckled when her hips jerked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up her torso. "I don't really think you're ready for me, darling," he teased, exhaling before he dipped his head down, flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit.

Brittney whined softly when Zacky started moving back up her body. She knew he enjoyed teasing her, but come on. He must really want her to beg. When he tugged at her wrists, she released the sheets, letting him wrap her fingers around the headboard. She would likely never admit it out loud, but she very much liked how dominant Zacky tended to be when they were in bed together. She couldn't help it; it was just so, well, hot, and she was a naturally submissive person.

Brittney was glad when Zacky finally moved back down her body, foolishly thinking he might stop teasing her. Her hips jerked slightly when he teased his finger over her and she frowned slightly he chuckled. She didn't really think this was funny. "I think I am," Brittney challenged, her frustrating fueling her confidence a little. She was well aware that this could bring out a side of Zacky that she really wasn't ready for, but honestly, as long as he got on with what he was doing, she almost didn't care.

Zacky's brows all but shot to the roof when Brittney challenged him. Of all the things he had been expecting to come out of her pretty little mouth, that certainly wasn't it. He sneered as he moved back up her body wordlessly, his eyes narrowing as they met Brittney's. If she didn't realize she had messed up just yet, she certainly would by now. Zacky lifted one hand, gripping Brittney's chin in a tight grip.

"What was that, little girl?" Zacky growled, daring Brittney to repeat herself. HE settled between her legs, deciding that he was done trying to play nice with her. What little consideration he had for her was gone as he reached between them, lining himself up with her entrance. Zacky wasted no time, thrusting into her and setting a harsh pace, his hands gripping her hips a bit too tightly to keep her in place.

Brittney only truly realized the gravity of her mistake when she felt his hand on her chin, almost gripping tight enough to hurt her. Her challenge hadn't gotten the sort of reaction she'd been hoping for. Instead, all she'd done was piss him off and it scared her. It terrified her. Brittney knew what Zacky was doing when he settled between her legs, but he moved so fast that she didn't have time to tell him to stop.

"Please." The word came out small and soft, her voice cracking. Brittney let go of the headboard, her hands settling on Zacky's shoulders, trying to push him away. She squirmed underneath him, fighting against the grip he had on her hips. "Zacky, please. I'm...I'm sorry. Please. You're hurting me!" Even though she knew it was likely a bad idea, Brittney started to hit Zacky. Her mind was in survival mode right now and she wasn't considering the potential consequences, despite the fact that doing just that was what had gotten her into this situation in the first place.

Zacky let out a low growl as he lowered his face so that it was hovering just above Brittney's. His eyes bore into hers as he spat, "I don't care. You did this to yourself." He picked a punishing rhythm, settling into it. It wasn't until Brittney started hitting him that he was well and truly angry. He pulled back just long enough to slap her with an open palm, angry washing over him in violent waves. Zacky wrapped his fingers into her hair, yanking Brittney's head backward. "Do it. Fuckin' hit me one more time," Zacky hissed through gritted teeth, glaring down at Brittney, all but daring her to raise a hand to him again.

When Brittney cowered away from him, Zacky started to fuck her again. A few thrusts in, Zacky pulled away from her, cursing under his breathe. "Just fucking forget it," he snapped, reaching to yank his boxers up. "Just. Go to sleep or something," he muttered as he stalked out of the room.

Whatever reaction Brittney was expecting from Zacky when she hit, it wasn't the open palm to the face she received. She barely had time to react before his fingers were tangled in her hair, pulling so hard she thought he was going to rip it out. Zacky's volatile threat was all she needed to practically curl in on herself, cowering away from him.

At this point, Brittney knew that all she could do was lay back and wait for it be over. But it was over a lot sooner than she'd anticipated and she barely caught what Zacky muttered to her as he left the bedroom. At this point, the reality of the situation hit Brittney and she started to cry, loud sobs that made it difficult to catch her breath.

Zacky headed downstairs the moment that he slammed the bedroom door shut. He lingered just long enough to grab a beer from the refrigerator in the kitchen before heading down into the basement where his movie theatre was. He sat back in one of the chairs and relaxed as he put up his feet. He knew damn well that Brittney would be moping and sad for the rest of the night so being around her was one of the last things that he wanted.

Sighing, he picking out no movie in particular before sipping at his beer. Zacky downed the beer in hardly any time at all, grumbling as he retreated back into the kitchen. This time around, he grabbed two beers before heading back down to the basement. He had no intentions of going back up to the bedroom any time soon, not wanting to deal with a crying mess of a girl.

After a few minutes, Brittney climbed out of the bed, still shaking and crying as she dug through her bag for something to wear. Once she found what she needed, she slipped into the bathroom, dropping the clothes on the floor before starting the water. She made the water as hot as she could possibly stand it, stripping out of the lingerie before climbing into the bathtub. She immediately reached for the loofah hanging on the shower caddy, adding a bit of body wash before rubbing it over her skin. She washed until her skin was red and raw, but no amount of scrubbing could get rid of how awful and disgusting she felt.

Crawling into the bed when she was finished in the shower, Brittney pulled one of the pillows close, pressing her face into it as she started to sob again. She just couldn't believe Zacky had done something like that to her, that he'd practically -- no, she couldn't even think the word without wanted to vomit. But deep down, Brittney couldn't help but feel like she'd almost deserved it. She knew how volatile Zacky's temper was and she'd challenged him anyway. It was her fault for provoking him.

By the time that the first movie had finished, Zacky was through the first six pack and onto a second, having remembered the fridge in the corner of the theater had a stash that he hadn't depleted before going on tour. So he didn't bother to even leave the room as he leaned the chair back. He was tired now and still just as mad as he had been earlier so he settled on relaxing and eventually falling asleep with credits rolling on the screen.

The next morning, Zacky slowly started to come to. He let out a low groan as he sat up, ignoring the pain in his head as he stood. He started for the stairs, already dreading the idea of running into Brittney. He knew that she was either going to still be a mess and he would have to make it up to her and promise to never do it again or she was going to be angry and he would have to pull the same schtick. He didn't want to deal with either one but he hoped whichever one, would be over sooner rather than later.

Once inside of the kitchen, Zacky poured himself a glass of water and started to drink it, knowing he was dehydrated from the night before.

Brittney wasn't sure exactly what time she'd fallen asleep, just that it was late and she'd still been crying. She was relieved that Zacky hadn't come back to bed, honestly a bit afraid of what might have happened. She'd seen Zacky that angry before, but it had always been directed at someone else. Having it directed towards her reminded Brittney too much of her life at home and that made her sick in the very pit of her stomach. When she heard Zacky moving around downstairs, Brittney decided she might as well go downstairs, too.

She changed clothes quickly, grabbing the first things she could find before leaving the bedroom. She paused in the entrance to the kitchen, seeing Zacky standing at the sink. This was the first time Brittney had ever really felt uncomfortable around him and she wasn't sure what to do. "I uh...did you want any breakfast?" Brittney finally asked. She was sure Zacky had been drinking last night and was likely hungover and she hoped a bit of breakfast would help to put him in a better mood.

Zacky stared out of the kitchen window, his eyes narrowed into thin slits to prevent too much light exposure. He huffed when he heard the telltale sound of Brittney coming down the stairs. Tightening his grip around his glass, Zacky contemplated slipping out of the sliding door to the backyard. Would she follow him out there? But before he could reach any sort of decision, Brittney was speaking and he was rolling his eyes. He was thankful that he was facing the other way, knowing that his visible reaction wouldn't have caused anything good to happen.

"I was just going to have a bowl of cereal but whatever you want to make," Zacky muttered a reply. Her offer did more than aggravate him, it eased his anxiety because it just served for him to know Brittney still wanted to make him happy. He turned, making sure to go the long way around the island to sit at the end of the breakfast bar so that he would avoid walking directly in front of her.

Brittney wasn't sure what to make of Zacky's noncommittal answer, but when he sat at the end of the breakfast bar, she took that to mean he wanted breakfast. Deciding on eggs and toast, she went to his fridge and pulled out the carton of eggs. She tried her hardest to ignore Zacky as she cooked, almost as terrified of him now as she had been last night. If he was capable of almost doing that with such little provocation, who knew what else he would do?

Finishing with Zacky's breakfast, she placed the eggs and toast on a plate before taking them over to him at the end of the breakfast bar. She put a good bit of space in between the two of them before sitting down, looking down at her own plate. She had no idea why she'd even bothered to make any food for herself; she wasn't the least bit hungry. But she was afraid that wasting the food would make Zacky angry again, so Brittney picked at her food, forcing herself to eat as much as she could before she finally pushed the plate away.

Zacky all but scarfed down the food that Brittney placed in front of him, not even bothering to thank her. He stood, carrying his plate over to the sink where he rinsed it off before setting it in the dishwasher. He did the same with the rest of the dishes that Brittney had dirtied, not wanting them to sit around for too long. He hated when his house was a mess because it just made him not want to be there in the first place.

"I'm going to go shower," Zacky muttered as he left the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time until he reached the second story. He grabbed a towel from the hall closet before heading to take a shower, hoping the steam and hot water would help him to relax a bit.

Brittney sighed as Zacky disappeared upstairs. She didn't know why she even bothered, he obviously didn't want to be bothered with her. She got to her feet, scraping her leftover food into the trash before taking her plate to the sink. She rinsed it off and placed it in the dishwasher, adding a bit of detergent before starting it. She cleaned off the stove and countertop before she decided to go out to the back patio.

Brittney sat down on one of Zacky's patio chairs, pulling her knees up and hugging them to her chest. She didn't know what to do. Every effort she made to try and put Zacky in a better mood was shot down. And honestly, a small part of her wondered why she was even trying to make him happy in the first place. Maybe it was a subconscious way of trying to stop what happened last night from repeating itself. Or maybe it was because Brittney had already gotten far too attached to Zacky and the life she'd been envisioning since Zacky told her she could come home with him. She loved Zacky and for now, that was enough to ignore what he'd done to her.

Zacky turned the shower on almost too hot to bare, just hoping that the sting of the water would numb the anger that still lingered. Shedding his clothes into a haphazard pile in the corner of the bathroom, Zacky climbed into the shower. He stood beneath the water, letting it cascade over his shoulders as he sighed. His anger started to spike the longer that he thought of the night before. He let out a growl of frustration, lashing out as he punched the shower wall repeatedly. His knuckles turned red, even splitting. Huffing, Zacky was relieved when the water ran down his arm, running over the damaged skin. The heat of the water hadn't been enough but the combination was. Breathing a small sigh of relief, Zacky leaned against the shower wall as he ran a hand through his hair.

Climbing out of the shower nearly half an hour later, Zacky decided to pull on a pair of shorts before heading downstairs. He didn't bother to stop in the kitchen, grabbing a pack of cigarettes before he headed out onto the back deck. He saw Brittney out of the corner of his eye but he didn't acknowledge her, pulling out a cigarette to place between his lips before he lit it. Taking a drag, Zacky leaned against the railing and stared out over his back yard.

Brittney didn't turn around when she heard the patio door open behind her. She knew Zacky wouldn't say anything to her, but still, when he didn't even acknowledge her, it felt like she'd been punched in the gut. She wasn't expecting an apology or anything of that nature, but was it too much to ask for him to at least acknowledge her? Brittney pressed her face into her knees again, trying to hide the shaking of her shoulders as best as she could as she started to sob.

Brittney couldn't help but feel like this was all her fault, like something was fundamentally wrong with her. Why else would she face such animosity and rejection everywhere she turned, from people she loved and who she thought loved her? Even her parents had seemed to hate her, to hate her very existence. And Brittney thought she might have found someplace she belonged in Zacky, but now she wasn't so sure.

Flexing his hand to simultaneously watch the wounds on his hand move and to feel the sting as they were forced to move. He flicked ash from his cigarette before bringing it back up to his lips to take another drag. He wasn't stupid, he knew that Brittney was crying behind him. Part of him wanted to just lash out and tell her to get the fuck out of his house if she was going to act as stupid as she was being.

Zacky groaned as he dropped his cigarette in the little bowl of sand that he had set out, making a mental note that he had to switch it out in the near future. He ran his hand through his hair before pushing off of the balcony. He was sure this was the point in time where he was supposed to apologize to Brittney and try to mend their relationship but he was still frustrated with her. She had brought this upon herself and now she was actually like a punished child. Rolling his eyes at the thought, Zacky headed back into his home.

Brittney turned around when she heard the door shut again, knowing that Zacky had gone inside. She didn't understand what he wanted from her. Did he want an apology? Or did he want her to just pretend like nothing had happened? The day had just started and she didn't feel like dancing around him all day. Pushing to her feet a few minutes later, Brittney followed Zacky back inside.

It didn't take long for her to find him in the living room, sitting on the couch. She sat down on the opposite end, not wanting to be too close to him in case he lashed out at her again. But if he did, it would be her fault. Everything was her fault, at least it seemed that way to her. She could never do anything right and now she was in danger of alienating Zacky, all because she didn't know how to keep her fucking mouth shut.

Zacky had dropped down onto the corner of the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. He tilted his head back, resting against the back of the couch as he focused on his breathing. He wanted to make things better with Brittney but he sure wasn't about to admit he had done something wrong because as far as he was concerned, he hadn't. Hearing Brittney walk inside of the house, Zacky had to force back a groan as he reached to rub his eyes.

Deciding that it was worth an attempt, Zacky pulled his phone from his pocket and called the usual spa that he got massages at. Booking a couples' massage, Zacky sighed as he rose to his feet. He didn't bother to look at Brittney, afraid that if he spoke to her, he would end up only making the situation worse. "Let's go. We have somewhere to be," he stated simply, turning to head up the stairs.

Brittney thought it was a good sign when Zacky didn't immediately get up to leave when she sat next to him on the couch. After the way last night and today had gone, she was just grateful Zacky could tolerate being around her. She barely paid attention when Zacky got on the phone, only looking over when Zacky spoke to her. She was confused when he said they had somewhere to be, but she wasn't about to argue. She just hoped Zacky had a good destination in mind and wasn't just hauling her off to the nearest bus stop to be done with her.

Brittney followed Zacky upstairs, quickly changing clothes. She had no idea where they were going, so she settled for a t-shirt and a pair of leggings. When she was finished, she grabbed her phone before heading back downstairs to wait for Zacky. Only once they were in the car did she finally find the courage to speak. "So...where are we going?" Brittney asked, looking at the dash in front of her. She was still afraid to look at Zacky, afraid of what she would see.