Truth Burns

Rory POV

The glass rattled loud, hard shadows moving fast outside, red lights cutting the dark. My heart slammed, my breath stuck, and Leo yanked me down his hands shaky pressing me flat on the bed. “Quiet,” he hissed, his voice rough, his chest heaving against mine. The banging stopped slow, eerie and my legs shook, my hands cold, listening to the engine fade low, far leaving us panting, tangled, scared. My chest buzzed tight, raw and I grabbed him hard, close needing him still.

Next day, work was off suspended, stuck and my head spun fear, love, that diary I couldn’t shake. I met Nadia at the pier wind sharp, waves loud my hands shaky in my pockets. She stood tall, tough her black hair whipping, her eyes narrow, holding something small, leather, worn. “Found this,” she said voice flat, hard tossing it to me fast. My stomach flipped my hands catching it feeling Mia’s diary, heavy and cold.

“Why you got this?” I said, my voice low, my eyes on hers sharp, steady. My chest tightened doubt creeping wondering why she had it, why now. She shrugged quick, stiff her boots scuffing the wood.

“Her stuff got left behind thought you’d want it,” she muttered, her eyes flicking away too fast, too sly. My throat burned my fingers brushing the cracked cover and I nodded slow, unsure my gut twisting. Trust her? Maybe. Maybe not. I shoved it in my jacket cold against my chest and walked off, my legs shaky, my head loud.

At home, Leo sat shirt loose, hair messy staring at nothing, his hands twitching on his knees. My heart jumped soft, scared and I locked the door, my breath fast, pulling the diary out slow. “Nadia gave me this,” I said voice low, rough tossing it on the table thud loud in the quiet. He looked up eyes wide, face pale and grabbed it fast, shaky flipping pages quick.

“Mia’s,” he mumbled voice flat his fingers trembling, stopping on a page scribbled, messy. My chest squeezed tight, cold and I leaned over close, sweaty reading over his shoulder. Frankie hit me again says Leo owes him big won’t let me go. My stomach dropped hard, sick my hands clenching fear burning hot. Frankie’s violence real, dark staring back, and my throat tightened watching Leo go still pale, cold his eyes blank.

“Leo ” I said my voice cracking grabbing his arm hard, sure. He flinched quick, stiff his hand dropping the diary loud on the floor and he stood fast, shaky turning away. My chest buzzed mad, scared and I stepped closer close, hot my hands on his shoulders trembling, steady.

“He’s losing it,” he muttered voice low, rough his back stiff, his hands twitching again. “This this breaks him.” My heart raced wild, soft and I turned him slow, firm my eyes on his dark, scared, shaking.

“Then we use it,” I said voice breaking my fingers brushing his jaw soft, sure. He froze eyes wide his breath fast, and my chest ached raw, loving needing him alive, here. “Leo ” I started low, desperate but he shook his head quick, hard stepping back cold, distant.

“No,” he said voice flat his hands shoving into his pockets shaky, scared. “It’s it’s too much.” My stomach flipped cold, tight and I grabbed him fast, hard my hands fisting his shirt pulling him close.

“Fuck that,” I growled voice rough my lips crashing his hard, wild. My hands shook fear fueling me and he resisted stiff, still just a second his breath catching loud. My chest burned mad, needing and I kissed harder deep, urgent my tongue pushing in tasting him, salt and fear. He groaned low, shaky his hands grabbing my hips slow, unsure then tight, pulling me in.

“Rory ” he gasped voice breaking his lips swollen, kissing back messy, raw. My hands yanked his shirt up, off my fingers digging into his chest hot, solid and I shoved him hard, fast against the wall. The thud echoed loud, sharp and my breath hitched my jeans tugging down his hands ripping mine fast, clumsy.

“Need you,” I muttered voice rough my hands on his shoulders pushing him back claiming him. He nodded quick, desperate his hands spreading me rough, needy and pressed in hard, deep against the wall. I moaned loud, raw my head tipping back my legs shaking fear burning into want.

“Rory,” he groaned voice cracking his hips slamming urgent, alive his hands tight on my thighs. My chest heaved my breath fast my hands clawing his back red lines, mine and I moaned long, shaky feeling him, us, here. The wall scraped my shoulders cold, hard and my heart raced wild, loving needing this, him.

“Leo ” I gasped my voice breaking my hands in his hair pulling tight my lips on his neck wet, fierce. He thrust deep, raw his breath hot on my cheek his groans loud filling the room fear pushing us closer. My legs locked tight, shaky my body buzzing alive, his and I kissed him hard, sloppy my tongue tasting his sweat.

It hit fast, wild my moan ripping out loud, breaking my body shaking close, so close. “Leo ” I yelled sharp, needy and he gripped me harder, desperate pushing deep his moan rough in my ear. We came fast, trembling my chest heaving my legs weak his arms holding me up slick, sweaty alive.

We slumped panting, shaky my back on the wall his forehead on mine breath mixing hot, fast. My hands stayed soft, trembling on his chest feeling his heart slam wild, scared and my chest swelled raw, loving holding him close. He kissed me slow, soft his lips shaky his hands brushing my hair messy, damp.

“Rory ” he said voice low his eyes wet scared, soft and my throat burned my chest tight watching him shake. My hands slid gentle, sure down his arms feeling his sweat, his fear and I nodded slow, loving needing him here.

Then a knock hit sharp, loud on the door. My heart stopped my breath fast and Leo tensed hard, quick his hands freezing on me. “Who ” I said my voice cracking my chest buzzing fear crashing back. Red lights flickered faint, close through the window, and my stomach flipped cold, sharp watching shadows move slow, dark.

“Stay here,” he muttered voice rough pulling away fast, stiff grabbing his shirt shaky, quick. My legs wobbled my hands cold and I grabbed him hard, fast my fingers digging in my heart racing wild, scared.

“Leo ” I said my voice breaking my eyes wide watching him step to the door slow, stiff his hand on the knob trembling bad. My chest tightened fear choking me and he turned quick, sharp his eyes on mine dark, desperate.

“Don’t ” I started low, shaky but he shook his head fast, hard unlocking it slow click loud in the quiet. My breath stuck my legs shaky and the door creaked half-open shadows spilling in tall, close boots scraping loud. A voice hissed cold, mean cutting through, and Leo froze his back stiff his hand twitching as something crashed sharp, heavy outside, breaking the night wide.