[CLOSED] you're giving me such a rush.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt just turned over onto his side, running his hand up and down his arm. He bit back tears, his throat burning. He felt like an ass, but he didn't want to hurt anyone anymore. He was tired of voices in his head, tired of hearing that he was worthless and useless. And having a constant reminder that he would always be just him. He couldn't ever have a family. He pulled out a little promise ring he had gotten a few days ago, and looked at it before he put it back into his pocket. "You're just gonna die anyways.." He mumbled, hugging himself.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey cried until she nearly made herself sick, gagging softly. She sat down slowly in the grass, wrapping her arms around herself. But she couldn't stop the tears. 'I love him... he's the only one I trust... why do you have to take everything away..?' But the one time she wanted answers, everything was silent. She suddenly felt utterly alone, sobbed Britton's name brokenly as she closed her eyes. What was even the point in trying? Vaguely she realized Jason had said he was going after Tony, but she didn't have the heart for a fight anymore.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Do I get to hell faster if I kill myself?" Britt mumbled, but he knew that he wouldn't let him die. Not if he could still torture him. That would be far too easy. He looked down at his tattoo on his wrist, but didn't have the heart to cut through it. He got up, and dusted himself off, reaching for his shirt. He didn't know how it had come off, and hoped he hadn't tried to get into Zoey's pants. He pulled it on and started to walk out of the park, his head down and his hands in his pockets.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey looked up as Britton walked past and she sniffed, swallowing as she lowered her face, looking away. He had told her to leave... he didn't want her, clearly nobody did. She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, looking around the darkened park warily. She honestly didn't care if Jason found her, killed her. If she kept living all there was was torture, right..?

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt slowed as he passed her, expecting her to say something, but she didn't. He debated to keep walking. She didn't want him around, right? Why would she?

"Are you coming?" He asked quietly, looking over at her. "I have to drive you home.." He said quietly, playing with the ring in his hand. He turned it over and over before he tucked it back into his pocket and started to mess with the bracelet around his wrist.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey let out a slow breath. "If you don't want me, I won't bother you.. I can walk..." She swallowed, standing slowly. "I'm sorry.." She choked brokenly as she passed. She hesitated for a moment, gazing up at him, then wiped angrily at her eyes, crying again. He didn't need to see how bad he had hurt her. She broke into a run, not caring to pay attention to where she was going.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Well if you wanna be like that, fine.." He said with a shrug, and started in the other direction. He knew how to take a hint. He didn't need to be told twice. He kept his head down, messing with the ring in his pocket. He had all intentions of giving it to Zoey until she got mad at him for not staying the other night.

Nixon jumped out from behind a building, grabbing Zoey by the waist and shoving her into the wall. "Hey, princess. What you running from? The boogeyman come to get you?" He asked, pinning her to the wall. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. "I always told you that you'd never have anyone, bitch."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey huffed, slowing down as she coughed, wiping at her eyes. She yelped as she was grabbed. She tensed, glaring up at Jason, tears still falling down her cheeks. "Fuck off," She spat brokenly, squirming. She let out a quiet breath, but knew she wouldn't be able to get out of his grip, heart racing with the realization. She should have gone with Britt. But he hadn't wanted her, and she couldn't deal with rejection. Not again.

[nixon dimitri allen]

Nixon just smirked at her, pinning her against the wall harder. "I'll fuck you. But as far as leaving you alone.." He slipped a hand up her shirt, running it unusually gently over her stomach. He looked down at her as if he might be sorry, maybe not had meant everything he had done. But anyone who knew Nixon knew that was a lie. He was never sorry about anything. He turned her face to his, kissing her slow and sweet as he wrapped his arm around her, pressing even closer to her.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey jerked as his hand touched up under her shirt, and she tried squirming away again. The kiss caught her off gaurd, gentle and sweet like it had been when she thought he loved her. And in a moment of insecurity she just wanted acceptance, kissed back. And then she realized exactly who this was, what he had done, what he was doing now. She tried turning her face away, struggling in fear. "Let....go-..." She choked angrily.