You Don't Love Me Like You Should

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHCXAIyk_Ds

Gut punch! Violet sat there in shock. She couldn't believe what she was watching. It hurt so much. The layers of livid, bubble, like lava. She could have exploded, but the pain kept the rage from flowing.

Steve must've spent hours editing the whole video, and he never said a thing. He not only knew, but he set this up. Then, to rub it in her face, he uploaded it to the internet. Disgracing her to the world that paid money to see them. She thought it was a partnership.

The video continues to play. Violet watches Nick touch her, kiss her, they perform oral sex on each other, he puts on a condom and they fuck, do anal. Finally, passionately starring into Nick's eyes; ass to mouth orgasm.

Violet felt light headed; violated. She began to cry, and the tears flow. Losing her mom was tragic. This was betrayal. Unnecessary pain.

As she sat there she thought about the true depth of the betrayal, and then she saw it, clearly. She saw through him. Violet saw that with all the pain Nick had gone through, he knew better; but he didn't do better. The hypocrisy was the fire that led her to hate him.

She smokes a cigarette to calm her nerves. All she felt was the gut punch. The dull ache in the pit of her sternum. It was maddening. She couldn't turn it off. She couldn't make it go away. Violet felt nauseous. She ran to the bathroom in her room and threw up in the toilet. As she looked at her breakfast in the toilet, all she could think is, "This was Nick's fault too." as she flushes the toilet.

Violet laid down on the bathroom floor. She was overcome with pain and cries until she passes out.

***

Violet was still laying on the floor when she woke up. She had cried herself to sleep, right there in the bathroom. Coming to was disorienting. She had a headache.

Violet was glad it was night time. She took some extra strength Motrin and lays down in bed. She began to cry again, until she cries herself to sleep again.

***

Violet awoke hours later. She saw her phone, Nick had called, twice, and texted three times. Each showed concern for her and her whereabouts. Each she dismissed as a lie. "Now he cares? Where was this care when she was talking dirty to you?" Dropping her phone to the floor, she rolls over and falls back to sleep.

***

Violet kept punching him, but it was as if he didn't even feel it. She screams at him, but no sound was made. She scratches at his face and not one mark was left on him.

Violet wakes, crying and alone. She wants Pandora to snuggle with, but she couldn't face him. She cries now for Pandora, worried she would never see her again. She hugs the pillow and weeps into it.

***

"Thank you, I need some R&R." Violet spoke.

"Ratchet Rachel reporting for duty, Ma'am! Ready to plot revenge and kill my besties new ex-ass hole!" Rachel said as they embraced. Violet wouldn't let go and starts crying again. Rachel held her friend as Violet whimpers into her shoulder, still standing there with the door open.

"That's it girl, get it out. I got you." Rachel stood there and held her friend.

***

Violet's room smells like a blunt and there were large blue papers with white writing on them, all over the ground. "I'm still voting for plan A. I'm telling you, he will never see it coming if we just drop an anvil on his head." Rachel's deadpan look causes Violet to smile for the first time in two days.

18 large blue pages are piled or rolled up on the floor of her room. Each with a more devious plot. Each seeking to do great harm to one, Mr. Nicholas Hamilton. "Yeah, seeing him go splat like that would be great. But what if it misses? A hitman isn't gonna miss, right? I mean, they only have one job, and I'm paying them, so they better do it right?"

"Can I ask you something Vi?" Rachel inquires.

"Sure, nothing matters anymore, why not?" Violet said, broken-hearted.

"That night, with those college guys?"

"What about'em?" Violet asked.

"Why didn't you come home with me?" Rachel was putting her heart out on the line, Violet could feel it.

"I didn't want your sloppy seconds, that's gross." Violet said. Rachel smiled.

"So it wasn't me?" Rachel asked.

Violet reaches out to her friend and touches her leg. "Rachel, you know I love you. I'm just broken right now, can we not do this?"

"I'm sorry, Vi. You just look so sad, and I just want to make you happy again." Rachel was being sincere, yet she did also want to fuck her best friend, but this also wasn't the right time.

"Violet kisses Rachel." She leans in and they kiss. Violet's phone rings. It's Nick, texting again. Violet begins to cry again. Rachel holds her as she wails, and thinks at Nick. "Fucking Cunt Blocker!"

***

Charlotte calls. Violet answers it. Rachel looks to ask, "Who is it?" Or "It's him isn't it?"

"No." Violet answers. It rings for the third time. After the forth, it would pick up for her.

"Hello." Violet answers.

"Hey, Violet. Are you OK?" Charlotte asks with genuine concern.

Gut punch. It radiates through her body, leaving her feeling weak. Violet is silent. The longer the silence went on, the more hurt she knew Violet was. Charlotte wants to reach right through the phone and hug her. They both stay quiet, holding on to the other end, waiting for someone to speak. Charlotte broke the silence. "Are you there?"

"I'm here. I'm fine." Violet responds.

"I'm here if you want to talk?" Charlotte let her know.

Violet just stays quiet. She has nothing to say to Charlotte. It wasn't personal, she was just so close to the situation that Violet thought Charlotte may be a spy. She didn't want Nick to know anything about her anymore. Violet wants to kill Nick.

"Well, it was nice talking to you Charlotte, we should do it again sometime." Violet says as she hangs up the phone.

***

The ladies were onto the third bottle of wine. In her pain and desire to not feel any more, Violet kisses Rachel again. The next few minutes of making out led to Rachel taking off Violet's top, bearing her small breasts. She lays back and Rachel climbs on top of her. Rachel then takes off her own top, and lays her body on top of Violet's. They keep making out, their flesh presses together as their long slow wet kissing continues.

Rachel moves to kissing Violet's neck. Violet moans, Rachel smiles. They giggle like girls, and continue. Rachel squeezes her left breast and kisses and sucks on Violet's right. She finds herself getting turned on. Rachel touches her belly and slides her hand down into Violet's black sweatpants. Rachel's hand brushes over her friend's panties. Violet gasps as Rachel adds some pressure in the same area. Rachel kisses her once again, as Violet inhales.

Rachel becomes more aggressive. She slides off Violet's pants. Nude but for her socks, Violet widens her legs. Rachel, having longed for this for the last 7 months, quickly dives in for all her desire is worth. Rachel he'd been with a couple guys and a couple girls in her time. She was familiar with feminine anatomy, besides her own, and how to give women pleasure.

Rachels fingers were as nimble as her tongue, in about 10-15 minutes, Violet's juices came pouring from her. Rachel laps them up, driving Violet to the brink. Her emotions come pouring from her with the orgasm. The tears fall onto their breasts. Rachel holds Violet as she cries.