For What It's Worth..

“C-Chris.” I stumbled out. He stopped mid step towards me, his face a look of pure horror. His backpack and suitcase fell out of his hand as he rushed towards me. “Jen, what happened?” I could hear the panic in his voice. I felt his fingers gently touch my face, as he looked at the damage. I had yet to see it, but by the way he was looking at me, it made me believe it was as bad as it felt. I looked up at his face, his hair, which was newly cut, shortly before he left for the short tour; looked like it could use a wash. It was stringy and shiny in a way that told me he didn't get a chance to shower yet. He must have came straight here after the show in Moncton.

“Its a long story.” I murmured. “What are you doing here?” I asked him. “I came here with Ricky and Balz, we were going to surprise you. Well I was going to surprise you. They came along for the ride.” He babbled. “But what happened. Who did this too you.” I pulled away from his shaky hands and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. He was startled, but put his arms around me, squeezing me tightly. I groaned when pain radiated my body, I felt him stiffen as he thought he did something wrong.

“Are you okay?” He all but whispered. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I tried to grin, but stopped halfway when I felt the cut on my lip start to sting. “Come in, and I’ll tell you what happened.” I picked up my duffel and helmet, slipping the keycard in and out quickly, I heard the lock click and I opened the door. I saw Chris go pick up his bags, and walk back over to me as I held the door open for him. I walked inside and put my stuff by the bed, Chris followed suit. “Just give me a second. I got too go look at the damage.” I took off my Motionless In White sweater, that took a lot of the damage, when I was on the ground being kicked. I frowned at the dirt marks and darker stains that was for sure my blood on it. I laid it on the bed, walking towards the bathroom, I took of my shirt and looked at myself in the mirror.

I felt my stomach do a uneasy somersault. My torso was covered in newly formed bruises, along with my arms and my stomach. My stomach was the worst, it was becoming an ugly purple mixed with blue and black. My stomach clenched,and I felt the urge to throw up from the pain. My face was the same idea, a black shadow formed on the outside of my eye, and a bright red mark on my chin that was becoming uncomfortable as it had swollen from the time it happened till now. My lip was cut, and there was still traces of blood from my nose and mouth. I sighed.

No wonder the lady at the front desk and Chris looked terrified. I was a mess. I heard an intake of breath beside me, and I turned to see Chris looking at me with the most heartbreaking look I would've imagined. “Its not that bad.” I tried to reason. “Not that bad, Jen.” He looked like he didn't know what else to say. “Jen, you're covered and bruises, and your stomach..” He trailed off, looking at my bruised belly. I heard a knock on my door, I looked at Chris.

“I texted the guys. They want too see if your okay.”

I nodded and walked out of the bathroom, to find a shirt as he opened the door. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jen your back is-” Josh stopped when I turned to look at him. He looked pale. “Oh fuck.” Ricky whispered. Same reaction as Chris when he saw my abdomen moments ago. “Yeah.” I let out a dry laugh. Causing me to flinch. I put on a loose navy blue shirt on, covering up the damage. I eased myself onto my bed, laying down, trying to relax. I exhaled. I felt the bed move, as the three men sat around the edges, Chris being the closest one. “What happened?” He asked quietly. I began my story. Telling them how my niece and I ran into Dylan and his friends at Tim Hortons, and then they must have followed us too the mall. But then they showed up just as we were leaving.

I didn't watch their faces, as I told the story; the ceiling is where I kept my eyes. I told them how I made sure my niece Nova stayed in the truck, locked up tight. I tried to tell them of the fight in as little detail as possible, but they kept asking all kinds of questions. I told them how I finally got up and got them each a good whack in before the cops came.

“So, how did the cops know you were there?” Ricky asked. I looked over at him, breaking my stare from the ceiling. “Apparently, there was a good samaritan that called the cops, he was an older gentleman. He apologized to me later on that he couldn't help me, because he was weak.”

I stopped and remembered him. He had a walker, and looked like he could barely hold himself up. I remember hugging him, thanking him over and over for helping me out. “I was glad someone cared enough to call the cops. Its what I should have done, but I wasn't thinking. I was just set on making sure Nova was safe.” I let out a little laugh. “I don’t know how many times I said thank you too him, or how many hugs I gave him.”

“But, uh yeah, that's what happened.” I finished. I looked back to the ceiling, waiting for my last words to sink in. “So, why are you here?” I looked over at Chris, who gave me a worried stare. I sighed. “Family drama. I needed to get away from it.” I gave Chris a look that I hoped explained to him I would tell him later. He seemed to understand. I started to get up, and my muscles clenched painfully in disagreement. “Just lay down, your supposed to be resting.” I heard Balz get up and come around, gently pushing me back down. I whined. “But I need too get some ice or something for my face.” Just thinking of something cold pressed against my face, made me feel better. “I’ll get it. Chris, you're the boyfriend, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid.” Chris chuckled lightly. “Yes, sir.”

I heard Balz leave. And Chris got up and took his shoes off while Ricky turned on the television. I lifted myself up with my elbows pushing myself back too lean against the pillows, and so I could see the television. I tried to kick off my boots, but to no avail. I pushed myself up slowly, and started untying them, loosening them so I could just kick them off and lay back. Before I could Ricky came over and tsked me, pulling my boots off for me. “Oh god, really guys?” I groaned. Ricky laughed. “Yep, we’re going to be your worst nightmare.” Once he got them off, he went too use the bathroom while Chris crawled into bed next to me. I smiled softly at him. He gave a sad smile. “They mean well.” I nodded, taking my socks off and throwing them on the couch beside the bed. I laid back too my spot, letting my muscles relax.

Ricky came and jumped on the bed, I started laughing. He went and laid his head on my legs. “Rick, here, you twat.” I grabbed a random pillow from behind me, and threw it at him. “Thank you.” He lifted his head too put the pillow on my legs. It felt warmer now that he put it there and then laid on it. But I wasn't going to complain. I was suddenly glad that they were my friends, and they cared enough to do this. Not like Mia wouldn't do the same for me, it was just nice to be cared for. I heard a knock at the door. Before I could even say anything, Chris was up and across the room in no time.

He opened the door and Balz came around the bed with cold pack wrapped with a cloth. “Here.” He gently placed it over the more swollen side of my face. I sighed in relief at the instant cold. A slight stinging came and went, but I could feel it working its magic on my eye and jaw. “Thank you.” I sighed happily. “Your welcome, now move over.” I laughed and inched my upper body towards Chris, who put his arm around me and pulled my head too his shoulder. Balz laid down on his back where I was. I wasn't sure how this was working, but it did. Ricky was laying on my legs, Balz was on my left, while I was leaning on Chris’ shoulder. Somehow we all fit comfortably on the bed. We were watching Dog the Bounty Hunter, I grinned as it reminded me of my dad. What no one really knew about my dads job, was that he was a hired bounty hunter by the government. A scary good shot with a sniper rifle. His weapon of choice, a lot of the time.

He was the best of the best. At least that was my conclusion. Which brought me too the thought, that I haven’t talked too my father in months. I frowned. Hopefully he’ll call or show up soon.

I felt myself getting drowsy, mostly because Chris had started massaging my chest, right under my neck. His hands were so warm, and comforting. I inhaled a deep breath and let it out in one big gust, my eyes were starting to drop. I closed them for a second, and I found myself in a sleep-like state, where I was resting but still knew what was going on. The only reason I thought that, was because I heard Balz say, “Hey, I think shes asleep.” I felt what I knew to be Chris’ lips on my forehead. “Good, she deserves it after the shit she went through today.” He was angry. I guess he wanted to spare me the anger he had in him reserved for Dylan and his friends.

Ever the gentleman. I thought to myself weakly. It was like floating on a cloud, feeling like I was present, but not. Like a ghost. I heard myself laugh inside my head. Ghost. Ha! If only I were awake too share my humor. I felt Chris shift, and pull his arm gently from under my neck, resting my head on the pillows properly. “I think Ricky fell asleep to.” I heard Chris whisper. I felt something move on my legs, and then settle down again.

I heard Balz laugh quietly. Oh yeah, Ricky was laying on my legs. “Dude, hes like clinging to her legs.” I heard Chris laugh. “Oh, I got to get a picture of this.” He whispered. I heard the click of a camera go off a couple of times. Balz whispered. “Is it okay if I post this on Twitter?” He asked Chris. I heard Chris laugh and cough as he tried to stop laughing so loud. “Here let me see.” He paused. “Use this one. I don’t want anyone to see her bruises.”

“Hell no. I wouldn’t do that. I used the one where it was mostly Ricky in the picture.” I heard Chris snicker. “I’m tagging everyone in it.” Balz couldn't stop laughing. Chris whispered. “Hes gonna be so pissed.”

Then everything went quiet. No laughter, I was completely weightless. I figured somewhere in my mind, that I had actually fallen completely asleep. I opened my eyes again, and it was completely dark, except for the stars burning brightly in the sky. I was floating in water, I heard the water rush past my ears. There were no other lights other than the moon and the stars. I took a deep breath, loving the feeling of the coolness around me, slowly filling up my lungs. I felt more clear, and rejuvenated somehow. It was suddenly ripped away, as I fell a short distance. Landing on a flat surface, I woke up with a start from the mini heart attack I just had.

“Holy shit. Fucking shit shit shit. I hate when that happens.” I muttered to myself, trying to catch the breath that got sucked out of my lungs. I looked at my surroundings. I was in the hotel room still. I felt something stir at my feet, looking down I saw Ricky clinging too my legs like a teddy bear. Well this is familiar. I droned. I felt something cold on my hand, I looked too my right and I saw the ice pack Balz had given me earlier, perspiration was coming off it as it melted. My hand was now covered with a thin sheet of cold water.

Without even thinking about it, I put my hand on Rickys cheek. His hand came flying up, attempting to swat me away. I pulled away instantly and let him slap himself. He jumped up, awake suddenly, looking around too see who slapped him. I had fell back on the bed , guffawing at his surprised face. I felt a cold shiver run up my spin, and I jumped out of the bed, shrieking. “Fucking hell.” I continued to laugh even before I could stop myself. I had laid on the very weapon that had woken up Ricky. I snorted slightly, and slapped my face, and put the other hand on my stomach.

I heard the sliding door that led out to the balcony open behind me. “Whats going on?” I heard Chris ask. I turned around and I just continued laughing hysterically. “Ricky..” I managed out. I heard Ricky start laughing with me. I fell backwards on the bed, clutching my stomach for dear life. “Karma is a bitch.” He laughed at me, falling the opposite way. My laughter soon died down enough, so that I could speak. “Rick, your face.” I giggled. “You fucking slapped your own face.” Just the image alone sent me into laughter induced tears.

“Shut up.” He droned, but started laughing with me. “Fuck, I’m still really tired.” He choked out. I saw Chris and Balz standing over us at the end of the bed, with confused smiles on their faces. “Ricky slapped his face.” I sang. I felt two nails pinch the skin on my leg. “Ouch, asshat.” Flicking his hip, he jumped. “Jerk.”

I made a fist, and held it out towards him. He bumped it with his own fist; a no words required truce.

I looked over at Chris and smiled, ignoring the nagging pain on my lip. He smiled back, walking over to the side of the bed. He leaned over me, I noticed a drop of water fall on my cheek. He must have gotten a shower. “Hi.” I grinned. He leaned down and caught my lips in a kiss. It was an odd angle, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. He pulled away. “I see you enjoyed your nap, you two.” He laughed. I blew little strands of his hair out of my face, and laughed a little. “It feels good to laugh right now.” I smirked. “And I’m not even on my pain medication yet.”

“You’re supposed to be on medication right now?” I saw Chris furrow his eyebrows together in concern. I was curious about that myself. I looked down, which didn’t help anything, so I dug around in my jeans pocket, and I muttered. “Fuck.” When I felt the familiar smooth, somewhat crumpled paper. I pulled it out and looked at the trademark messy writing of doctors everywhere. I felt my one good eye widen. “Shit, they gave me some strong ass painkillers.” I couldn’t even pronounce the name. Chris grabbed it out of my hand. “Hey!” I protested. He stood up too full height looking at the the prescription paper. His facial expression thoughtful. “I can’t read a word of this.” He finally said. I snorted. “Well thats fantastic.”

“I’ll get it tomorrow.” I continued. “Where's the drugstore?” Josh asked. “Why Josh, I could swear I hear suspicion in your voice.” I drawled.

“You’re not going to try too tough this one out.” Chris argued. I looked over to where Ricky was now sitting. He was nodding, agreeing with Chris. I looked back up at Chris, who had his arms crossed. I sighed. “You..” I trailed off. “Dummies.” I give up.

“I wasn’t going too tough it out.” I tried to reason. “I just don’t see the point, because I always forget to take pills. Its annoying. Besides that, there's none open right now.” Chris relented, “Fine, but we’re going to get them as soon as we wake up tomorrow.” I held up my thumbs up, saying that I was okay with this. I heard Ricky yawn. “Dude, I think you need too go too bed. Did you guys even sleep yet?” I asked them; suspicious. I saw avoided stares, and cleared throats.

“Alright, go to bed you numbskulls, before I drag you there by your ears.”

Ricky threw his hands up in the air in immediate surrender. “Yes, ma’am.” I showed the guys out. Chris came up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, Ricky took my suitcase, and I his.” I looked around, trying to find the keycard. Remembering it was in my pocket, I dug it out and handed it too Chris. “Here. I’m going to go take a shower or something. So you can just let yourself back in.” He gave me a warm smile, kissing my sore jaw lightly. “I love you.” He whispered in my ear. I turned to him, wrapping my arms around him. God, I missed him. “I love you to.” I replied back low enough for him to hear. I felt his warm hands on my cheeks, pulling my face too him.

He kissed my forehead and then gave me short, but sweet kiss on the lips. “I’ll be right back.” He whispered huskily. I smirked. I waited till the door was closed behind him too go and get my comfy clothes for bed. I went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I looked over at the huge mirror that always seemed to be in hotels and motels everywhere. I looked too my left by the door, and noticed there was a nightlight in one of the plugs there. I looked over at myself in the mirror, really not wanting to see the too much detail of myself for the rest of the night. I turned on the nightlight, and then switched off the overhead light. A dull glow came from the tiny light, making the shadows seem to move on their own accord.

I turned on the bath, and let the tub fill up. I stripped down to nothing, looking at the mirror; noticing now that I could only partially see myself.

My hair was a mess, it was going in every way possible. I blew at a strand of hair that strayed onto my face.That was what I got for sleeping and not brushing my hair out before hand. I went over to the tub, turning the water off. I stepped into the somewhat scalding water, hissing as my body was trying to get used too the heat. I lowered myself in gently, knowing it was going to hurt either way. The slow approach seemed best.

When I finally got all of my body in the water, I laid back on the slight slant in the tub, breathing out a long sigh. “That’s better.” I murmured to myself. I lazily played around with the water, having my hand just above water level, moving it from side to side; enjoying the heat the water provided. My muscles seemed to unwind the longer I sat there. I tried not to think about the argument I had earlier with my mother.

I let out a little whining noise, frustrated with the way things went today. Me here thinking that it was going to be just a quiet day, spending some quality time with my niece. But no, life had other plans. I splashed the water angrily. I heard the main door open too the room, knowing who it was immediately. I heard him go over too the bed, and unzip his suitcase.

I slid down the tub, ducking my head under the water. I grimaced as a burning pain came too my face as the water seemed to cleanse my abused body. I opened my eyes slightly, my vision was muddled under the water; even worse so because the main light was off. I saw more light come in from by the bathroom door. I heard Chris’ footsteps even louder under the water then I would if I wasn't, probably because I was so close to the ground and everything seems to ten times louder under water. I closed my eyes for a second, when I opened them again, I saw a black figure leaning over the tub. I let out my breath, watching the bubbles disturb the water even more. I pulled myself up, the water around me splashing echoing in the room, I carefully wiped off the excess water of my face so I could see again. I blinked my eyes harshly, trying to get the water out.

I looked over and saw Chris sitting on the floor beside the tub. We were silent for a while; what was bothering me was that I thought I heard him and Balz talking earlier before I fell asleep, but now that I was awake. I couldn't think of what they said. “So.” He laughed halfheartedly.

“So.” I mimicked. I put my hand on the edge of the tub, where he grabbed it and held on too it. I turned my body so I was half leaning and half kneeling on the side of tub, still holding his hand. I leaned my face on the cool porcelain tub. His face was shadowed, so I had no idea what he was feeling right now. “Are you okay?” I asked quietly.

I saw the shadow of his free hand go up too his face. I heard him sigh. “No, no I’m not. Jen, he hurt you..They hurt you..And I wasn't there.” He slammed his hand on the ground. It didn't make as much sound as one would think, but I flinched hearing the rage in his voice. It was one thing that scared me about people, it was their rage; and what it could lead too once unleashed. I knew that if I thought like that, I would sound like a bit of a hypocrite; as I was one who used my rage. Anger. Wrath. It had many names.

But when I heard it from people I love, it scared me. And it scared me that I had the exact same capacity to do something about my anger as much as them. I sighed, pulling his hand closer to me. “Chris, there's nothing I can say to make this better. You weren't there and you shouldn't blame yourself for something that was out of your control.” I tried to reason but I knew he probably wasn't listening to, too much of what I said, so I tried a different tactic. “Care to join me? There's plenty of room. I could use some company in here.” I smiled softly, hoping he would take me up on my offer. I saw him perk up at that. He leaned over my face, and kissed me, hard. I couldn't help the moan that came out of me when the raw intensity of his kiss seemed to ignite my whole body. His hands trailed up my arms, and I could feel the heat of need for him at my core.

It all came to end too soon. I groaned as his lips pulled away from my mine. He got up and turned off the main light outside the bathroom, so the soft glow of the bathroom was all I had too see him return. He took of his shirt and his pants quickly afterward. Leaving me to digest the beautiful sight of his body. His tattoos laced his well built body, and the shadows danced around his form so he looked more dark and ethereal then he was in the day. I noticed that he wasn't wearing any boxers, just wearing pants. I smiled evilly as lust filled thoughts danced around my head.

I moved ahead slightly, the water swirling around me. He stepped in and sat behind me, I felt his hands come around too my hips pulling me towards him. His legs stretched out beside mine, I felt myself being pulled onto his chest. He moved his arms to grab something on the side of the tub, the next thing I knew I had his hands massaging some kind of sweet smelling soap on my chest. I sighed with content, trying too lean back further onto his body so I could just enjoy being close to him again.

He splashed some water up at my chest. I laughed at his attempt to rinse me off. He snaked his arms around my chest, pulling me close. “I’m so sorry that this happened to you.” He whispered softly. I put my hands over his hands, and held on to them, while I turned my head too the side to kiss his cheek. He turned his head so his lips met mine, and I smiled.

“Chris, its not your fault. Its not anyones fault.” I stopped and thought about it for a second. Wait a minute. I thought back too what Dylan said before Corina jumped me. Something about hearing that I was in town. He lived in Berwick; an hour or so away from where I was, so how the hell did he hear that I was in town without someone telling him. It could have been anyone at this point.

My train of thought went sideways when I felt Chris’ hand caress my breasts and moved down my abdomen. My breathing hitched, and I put my hand on his cheek, pulling him towards my lips, he met them with hungry passion. Even though his hand was on my abdomen, I felt no pain as he continued to move south towards my core, rubbing me slowly and sensually. I bit his lip, tugging on it lightly. He groaned in response. He slipped his middle finger inside me and circled it around slowly. I couldn’t help but buck my hips in response, and he slid his finger back out, and continued rubbing his two fingers against me. I felt heat pulsating through me, I couldn’t think of anything but Chris. Whatever I had on my mind was gone with the wind.

I turned around and sat on Chris’ lap with my legs on either side of his, water splashing everywhere. I just wanted to be with him, to be connected. My lips found his again, and he slid his tongue along my bottom lip, pleading entrance. I opened my mouth slightly, and our tongues melted against each other, twisting and turning, tasting and yearning. I pulled away, breathing harshly. I trailed my hands down his chest and he pulled me in for another steamy kiss. I felt his hard member under my hand, and I trailed my fingertips up and down his length. He gasped, pulling away from me, shuddering slightly as I continued trailing my fingers up and down his cock. He tilted my head too him, and whispered in breathless voice. “Let’s continue this in bed, shall we?” I nodded and gave him a kiss. I got up out of the tub, walking towards the bathroom door,I heard a rush of water being drain and I knew Chris had pulled the plug. I walked over to the bed, and moved my sweater off it onto my duffel bag.

I felt Chris come up behind me and turn me around slowly. It was dark, other than the stream of moonlight coming from outside. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him hard, our soaking bodies meshed together. I felt sparks go off every inch of my body as we kissed and touched each other, reacquainting ourselves with each others bodies. His hands maneuvered down my sides, causing me to shiver with pleasure. I felt his hands grab my ass and pulled me up toward him, with me simultaneously wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his member slide between my wet folds and rest against my clit. I felt heat coming off of it and making me more sensitive than I was earlier, and it only made me want him more. I started trailing my kisses down his face, onto the sensitive part on his neck. I latched onto that spot, biting and kissing and sucking on the spot while I started rubbing myself along the length of his cock, feeling it get slipperier as I got more aroused.

He was breathing harshly and moaning as I continued to grind against him. “Damn it.” I heard him moan. He turned around quickly and sat on the bed with me still in his arms, he crawled backwards so I was laying against him. I smiled against his neck, I moved to kiss those wonderful pierced lips, nibbling his lip. I still slid myself against him, slowly, tormenting him as he gasped for breath. I tried to resist the temptation to just take him right there, slowly taking him in inch by inch, but when I heard the noises he was making, it made the wait worthwhile. The slow sensual build up of friction was driving us mad, and it was deliciously wonderful.

“I can’t take it anymore.” Chris moaned underneath me. “I need to be inside you now!” Those beautiful words nearly drove me over the edge, as he moved his cock towards my entrance and bucked his hips so he was inside me. I cried out at the sudden full feeling he gave me, how smooth it felt inside me. I sat up, sinking down all the way to his hilt, and I felt my insides clench him tightly. He was in so deep, and I let out a shaky sigh as I started moving up and down, he hissed through his teeth as I moved slowly at first, just enjoying the burning desire that clouded my entire being. I started going faster, grinding him; he held out his hands for me too hang on too while I rode him. I grabbed them, and held on, feeling light headed

He sat up, pulling my chest towards him, latching onto too one of my hardened nipples; making me moan loudly. His left hand playing with other. I grabbed the back of his head, my fingers latching onto his hair. He let go suddenly, looking up at me, I could see part of his face in the stream of moonlight, I could see him smile at me. I pulled his head up and kissed him, open mouthed. He moaned against me, pulling me down against him on the bed. He pushed my knees out farther with his knees, allowing himself to buck his hips repeatedly into me. I could feel the familiar pressure building up deep down in my abdomen. I met his hips, thrust for thrust. I cried out into his neck as he picked up the pace. “Chris!” I breathed out heavily. “I’m coming!” I gasped out.

He pulled my head towards him and kissed me so hard I thought I would faint from all the pleasure. His thrusts becoming sloppier, and I knew he was close too coming. Just when I thought I couldn’t take the build up any longer, he gave one hard thrust into me, hitting that sweet spot, and I felt my eyes roll back as I shuddered violently, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my insides. I didn’t have the strength to move, so Chris spun me around, putting me on the bed as he continued to grind into me, riding out my orgasm until I felt him still as he released his cum inside me, and I felt my insides clench around him as I felt his hot seed inside.

We were both sweaty and wet as he leaned his head on my shoulder. I felt my whole body shake at the aftermath. “That was.” I tried to breath out.

“Completely amazing.” He whispered into my ear. I felt him shudder, and I cried out, when I felt the aftershock of it making my inner walls shake with pleasure. He chuckled darkly. He moved himself in and out slowly, torturing me with the intense pleasure it brought after orgasm. “I love you.” He smiled and kissed me so sweetly, I thought I would melt. He pulled himself out of me slowly, crawling up beside me. We pulled the blanket out from under us, and put it over us. He wrapped his arms around me and I carefully snuggled against him, worried any sudden movements would disturb the bliss I felt at being in his arms again. “I love you to.” I murmured.

I felt no pain at all as we laid there. We mumbled a few words to each other, growing more tired by the second. We fell asleep god knows when, in each others arms, feeling completely sated and content.

I was just glad I didn’t have to be alone that night.

Notes

Hmm. Second attempt at smut, and it seems better than my last attempt. Oh well. I wonder whats going to happen next? >:3

Hope you enjoy :)