Crawl Inside

John didn’t know what he was getting into when he first approached the dark haired beauty who was sitting just a couple tables away from him at the coffee shop. Bursting with self confidence he strutted over to where she was sitting to introduce himself.

“Hey, I’m John” He smirked at the girl in front of him.

“Violette” She looked up giving him a skeptical look.

Once her eyes met his, he was dumbfounded not know what to say next. It was something that never happened and it shocked him greatly. He was John O’-fucking’Callaghan, he could pick up a woman just by snapping his fingers at her. However Violette just looked at a him with a disinterested blank expression.

Little did he know that Violette was taking the time to study him. She did her best to keep a blank look on her face as her eyes glazed over his perfect hair and eyes. She instantly found him attractive and someone she could keep around for a while.

“Well nice to meet you John” She finally said sweetly reaching her hand over where he quickly took it and shook it.

“You too. Now, tell me about yourself” He grinned feeling better about himself now that she initiated the conversation.

He had no idea what he was getting into.



“Where are you going?” Garrett asked his best friend demandingly.

“Just... out” John muttered sliding his shoes on and shuffling towards the front door. Truth was, he wanted to go and meet up with Violette. He wanted to see her pretty face, hear her cute chuckle, and be with her. He needed to. It didn’t matter what she’d done in the past, he wanted her now. It was a lot harder for him to do so now that he moved in with Garrett and Pat.

“No. You’re going to see Violette aren’t you?” Garrett yelled as John kept on walking “Dude, we’ve told you she’s bad news. Look at what she did to you.”

John didn’t stop or respond rather he kept on walking out the door and to his car. When he walked around the car towards the drivers side he noticed a fuming Pat leaning against the drivers door.

“You can’t tell me that after all she’s done to you, even after all the fucked up shit she’s done, you’re going to see her?” He said lowly trying to keep calm.

“I’m sorry. I need to.” John replied angrily shoving Pat out of the way and getting into his car. He was starting to get mad. They had no right to tell him who to love. Even after all that she did to him John still wanted her. He knew that they were meant to be, that it was true love, but boy was he wrong.

He drove off towards the area where Violette lived. When he reached a park that was just a couple blocks away from her house he stopped the car on the side of the road and grabbed his cell phone to call her.

“Hello?” She breathed out.

“Hey, it’s John. Are you busy?” He instantly started smiling hearing her voice.

“Nope. You coming over?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.” He grinned.

He quickly shut off his phone and raced towards her house. Once he was parked and out of the car he looked towards the doorway to see her standing there with a small smile on her face. She was dressed in a black button up tank top and frayed shorts cut dangerously low.

His face now in a wide smile, he ran walked up to her pulling her small frame into his arms and attaching his lips to hers. He instantly turned to jelly feeling invincible with Violette in his arms.

When they broke apart she just turned around and walked up the stairs. He shut her door and followed suit completely unaware of how she had him following her every move.

She went down the hall and into her bedroom where she sat on the bed. John appeared just seconds later with a happy smile on his face. He couldn’t help but feel this way about Violette.

Violette on the other hand just stared at him almost hungrily. He was nothing but just another fuck to her. Sure he was good looking, but he was to cautious, not risky enough. To her, John would always be that guy who she could call when she’s feeling bored.

He took quick steps towards her and shoved her against the bed leaning over and catching her lips with his. He took no time in lifting the tank top off of her body and taking off her shorts. Soon after she snaked her arms underneath his shirt and raised them taking his shirt off. Not long after his pants came off as well. He pulled away from Violette to look at her body trapped under his. When she put on a fake look of disappointment, trying to make it seem like she needed him, his breath got caught in his throat.

He quickly took off her underwear and his own boxers and fully pushed into her. Her moans and struggle underneath him kept him going and soon enough they were both whimpering in pleasure just coming down from their high.

He collapsed down next to her and pulled her fragile frame into a sweet embrace. They were both tired out and John was once again satisfied with what just happened. In his mind, that showed how much she loved him.

Violette pulled herself away from his grasp to look at her bedside clock. She cursed under her breath feeling a bit bad about the timing. Shrugging it off she stood up and walked towards her bathroom to take a shower not saying anything and leaving John to lay there staring at her.

After she took a shower she walked to her closet to pull on a dark purple dress. She walked out of her closet to see John sitting on her bed fully clothed and confused.

“I’m sorry” She finally spoke “I have a date in fifteen minutes.”

He felt his heart shatter when she said those seven words. He led himself to believe that she cared for him yet again, led himself to believe that he could win her over. But of course, there was some douchebag she was going out with who didn’t deserve her at all.

John nodded getting up and making his way out of her house. He got into his white SUV and started driving back towards his house. He couldn’t help but let a few tears run down his cheek as he thought about how much he loved her and how she still ran off with other guys. It’s not like Violette didn’t know how he felt because he expressed it several times already.

Even though she broke his heart multiple times, John could never hate her. He couldn’t stop himself from running back to her every time she called. He needed her in his life and was positive that he wouldn’t be able to live without her.