“Yeah, I totally screwed my knee up on that one,” I muttered as I fell onto the gym mat looking up at my cheer coach. We were doing basic flips and stretches, and I had lost my balance and came down hard.

“Which knee?” Coach Marcie looked at me as I sat there nearly crying.

“My right knee... the bad one...” I winced as she placed pressure on it.

She huffed, “You’re out for the rest of practice. Your whole stunt group can go home. You better have a brace on at practice tomorrow. Do a few stretches before putting your brace on. You can’t be getting injured when we have a competition every two weeks. We’re winning this year, Cassie, and you’re not going to be the one that takes us down.”

I nodded, trying my hardest not to cry in front of her, and hobbled my way over to my duffle bag. I got it and made my way outside, knowing that Mike would be out there waiting for me. There he was in all his glory, shirtless and skinny jeans, leaned up against his car with a cigarette in between his lips, flicking it down and stepping on it when he saw me.

He made his way over to me and grabbed my duffle bag off my shoulder, “What happened?”

“I fell and landed on my bad knee,” I sighed in relief when I no longer had to carry the heavy bag. He placed it in the trunk and then helped me into the car before driving in the direction of my house. “I... I lost my balance... coach is so mad at me because of competitions... I just...” tears started to pour down my face.

Mike reached over and laced his right hand in my left one, “Fuck your stupid Barbie of a coach, babe. What matters is your health, Cass. Don’t listen to her.” His thumb caressed my small hand before bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

“She told me... she...” I sniffled, “We’re winning this year, Cassie, and you’re not going to be the one that takes us down.” I wiped my face with Mike’s hoodie I was wearing.

“That team would be nothing without you, baby. You have the most experience. You’re the best flyer. She’s just a cunt. Don’t let it get to you,” he sighed as he turned on my road. “I’m just going to have to drop you off. I have band practice tonight.”

I sighed as we pulled in my driveway and looked at him. His plump lips we’re formed into a pout, the ring on the bottom one glistening with his saliva. I looked down at his hand that was still laced with mine. His long, crooked fingers practically engulfing my child-sized hands. I looked back at his face and smiled softly, “Do you think you’d be able to stay with me tonight? I can leave the garage door unlocked when I go to bed. I’d just love to wake up to you in my bed and go in late.”

He smiled back at me before pressing a kiss to my lips, “I’ll see what I can do. Do you want to just leave your cheer bag in here?” I nodded, “Okay. Give me a call before you go to bed and I’ll let you know what I’m going to do.”

“Okay,” I smiled and leaned in again, kissing his lips softly before getting out of the car and walking up towards my front porch.

Mike rolled his window down, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I smiled and watched him back out of my driveway before entering my house. My mom was sitting on the couch with Frankie, who was babbling on about his day at preschool.

“SISSY!” He squealed as he hopped off the couch and ran over to me, hugging me.

I smiled and ruffled his dark hair, “Hey, baby. You can’t do that to sissy right now. She’s hurt.”

“Oh, honey, what happened now?” My mom asked while getting up from the couch.

“I landed on my bad knee. I need to find my brace and put it back on. I cried my eyes out in Mike’s car. I got yelled at today for hurting it at practice,” I sighed out of relief as my mom helped me sit on the couch. “Can I just have Ramen for dinner?”

“Of course, let me go make you some,” she smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

“Sissy has boo boo,” Frankie frowned and kissed my cheek. “I make better.”

“Thank you, Frankie,” I smiled at him and wrapped him in my arms.

He giggled as I tickled his knees, “Wheres Mike?”

“Band practice.”

He nodded, “He.. He gonna teach me drums.”

I smiled, “Oh yeah? Did he tell you that?” He nodded, “Mike was your age when he got his first set of drums.”

“COOL!” Frankie yelled and jumped off the couch to go tell my mom what I just told him. Frankie was five years old, and practically grew up with knowing Mike as a brother to him because he’s known him since he was three.


After I ate I sat in the living room with my mom and brother and worked on my homework while they watched Spongebob. My mom put Frankie to bed around eight and then came back out in the living room and took a seat next to me. I closed my notebook, being finished with my homework, and looked at her with a sigh.

“How are things?” She asked.

I shrugged, “Iffy. Before Mike’s show last weekend he slipped back into it for a few hours. Afterwards he was happy. You saw him at my competition... he was happy. I just... he was doing so good and then this came up on Saturday... and he had been good for months, mom. I don’t want him to start slipping back into it.” I felt tears fall from my eyes, “It just sucks knowing that I saved him, and yet I still can’t make him a hundred percent happy.”

My mom pulled me into a hug, “Cassie, there are things that are beyond your reach. This is going to happen. You knew this from the beginning. Your father was the same way. He still is. I know you thought everything was great because he hadn’t shown signs, but they will always come back. He’s going to struggle with this for the rest of his life, Cassandra.”

“I just hate it,” I cried. “And I have to be so strong for him. I want to always be there for him, but it overwhelms me. Saturday he was like a zombie. He cried in front of me. He hasn’t cried in front of me in over a year.”

My mom looked me in the eyes, “You are doing your best, sweetie. You always have, and I know you always will. Mike is a very lucky boy to have you. But aside from this, you look like you’ve lost a bit of weight.”

I bit my lip, “Yeah. I think it’s because I’ve been working out a lot with cheer again, and then the stress that has come over me in the past week after Mike showed signs again.”

“Alright, just watch yourself. I don’t want you not eating,” she kissed my forehead. “How about I make you a cup of tea and help you to bed. Getting rest is the best thing for your knee.”

Once I was in my room I grabbed the phone and called Mike, telling him that I was getting ready to lay down and that the garage should be unlocked. Fifteen minutes later he was walking into my room with a smile on his face. He locked my bedroom door and peeled himself of his clothes other than his boxers before climbing into my bed.

“I’ll never understand why it’s so pink in here,” he mumbled against my skin as I turned the lamp on my bedside table off.

“I like it that way,” I laughed and snuggled into him, being careful of my knee and soon drifting off to sleep.


I woke up the next morning to the sunlight coming through the blinds and onto my face. Mike’s arms we’re still tightly wrapped around my small torso. I blinked a few times until my vision became clear and I noticed my bedroom door was wide open, shit. I saw a note on my bedside table from my mom that read “Breakfast downstairs for the two of you. At least go to cheer practice. Your brace is by the stairs. We’ll talk about this later. xoxo Mommy”

I felt Mike stir beside me and he undid me from his grasp. I turned to see him yawning with his arms stretched into the air. He opened his eyes and smiled at me, “I heard her come in this morning.”

“Hopefully she’ll take it easy on me because I’m injured,” I smiled before snuggling back into his side.

“I don’t want to go to school,” he mumbled into my hair. “Do we have to go?”

I giggled, “No. I just have to go to cheer practice.”

“Fuck cheer practice. Spend all day in bed with me,” he smirked while flipping himself over and straddling me.

“Michael,” I shook my head and laughed. “You’re horrible.”

He grinned, “Not horrible. Just horny.”

I took my hands and shoved him back some, “Go get my brace.”

He laughed as he got off my bed, “You are seriously going to wear your brace?”

“My knee was already fucked up, you know that! If it gets any worse I’m going to be in deep shit!” He stood in the door way laughing at me. I took a stuffed animal and threw it at him, smacking him in the head, “GO GET IT ASSHOLE!” He came back in laughing with my brace in his right hand, I snatched it from him and put it on my knee. “Would you stop laughing at me?”

He closed the door then crawled back on my bed, “I’m taking it as a compliment that you need to wear it.” I looked at him with an unamused look on my face and he leaned over and kissed me, “Love you.”

“Hate you,” I smiled and pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, making a groan come from his throat. I let go of his lip and looked him in his big brown eyes, taking in all the emotion inside of them. His eyes were burning with a mixture of love and lust, along with the dark bags underneath them from getting no sleep. My eyes were beginning to look the same way from long nights staying up with him, but I didn’t mind. He closed his eyes and sighed, showing off his thick dark eyelashes.

“Stop staring at me,” he smiled when he opened his eyes.

I blushed and looked down. He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue glided across my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to deepen the kiss. He pushed me back so that I was flat on the mattress, him hovering over me. He pulled his mouth from mine, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip as he did so. I looked up at him with my eyes half closed and he let go, smirking. He grabbed onto the shirt I had on; it was one of his flannels. He started unbuttoning it from the bottom up, trailing kisses up my stomach with each button he popped. When he was done unbuttoning it, I sat up and allowed him to slip it off me. He stared down at my chest before reaching a hand up and caressing my right breast. I let a moan escape my lips at the feeling of his hand on my skin and he smiled, catching his lips with mine once again. He kissed from my lips, down my throat and onto my collar. He found that spot that makes me crazy and began biting at it while he caught my nipple between two fingers and gave it a tug. I groaned and drug my nails up his bare back.

His hand let go of my nipple and trailed its way down to the lace cheekies I had on. His left hand soon met his right and yanked my underwear down my short legs. He moved his mouth to my left breast, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking. His eyes shot up and looked at mine as he ran two fingers over my slit. I licked over my lips as I stared into his eyes, feeling myself becoming hornier. He inserted two of his long fingers into me; I threw my head back into the pillows and moaned. He continued to finger me as he kissed down my stomach, getting closer and closer to where his hand was. Soon enough his fingers were replaced with his tongue, making me nearly scream as his tongue darted in and out of me. I grabbed onto his shaggy blonde hair and pulled as he moved his mouth to suck on my clit. He groaned against me, sending vibrations up my body, making me call his name out while my eyes rolled back. I lifted my head up and looked at him; the way I was pulling on his hair made him look up at me as he worked me with his tongue. I whimpered as I stared at him. He was so beautiful. I pulled his hair hard, making him come face to face with me again. I crashed my lips into his, slipping my tongue into his mouth, not caring that his mouth tasted like me.


I felt him move his hand and pull his boxers down, and then ran his dick over me a few times before pushing in. Loud groans filled the room, coming from both of us as he pulled his head from mine. I rocked my hips against his instantly, and pulled on his lip ring with my teeth, knowing the slight pain drove him crazy. He growled from above me as he dipped his hips lower, hitting my g-spot. I dug my short nails into his biceps, trying to grab onto something to allow me to keep my hips going at the same pace as his. I knew I was going to leave scratch marks, and I didn’t give two shits. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up from the bed, not once slipping out of me, and then slammed me against my bedroom door, continuously pounding into me. I was screaming out in ecstasy; my arms were reached above me, holding onto the door frame for support, and my legs were around his torso. His thrusts started becoming sloppy, and he started moaning out my name over and over.

“Cass...” he groaned, throwing his head back. “Fuck...”

“You better not cum yet,” I growled while tightening my walls around him.

“Fuck,” he moaned and threw me back down on the bed, placing his index and middle finger on my clit and making fast circles as he fucked me hard. “Cass... I can’t wait much longer...” he whined from the edge of the bed.

“I’m almost there,” I moaned out in between breaths, finally feeling my orgasm coming. He dipped his hips again, hitting my g-spot, “Fuck... do that again.” He repeated it, “I’m so close Mikey...”

“Cass...” he whined, his fingers digging into my hips. I knew he was really trying to hold back from busting.

“Two more, please,” I cried out and he thrusted deep twice more and I finally released while calling his name out in a whimper. He pulled out right away, busting all over my inner left thigh with a groan. I laid on the bed, catching my breath, as he practically did a face-plant next to me. I heard him breathing heavy and I smiled. “Let’s go shower and then there is breakfast downstairs if you’re hungry.”

He lifted his head up and looked at me with a grin, “You know me so well.” He stood up from the bed, picking me up bridal style in his arms. He laughed and pointed to the sticky substance that was all over my thigh, “I made a mess.”

Notes

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