#dyn: maddy x james rennie

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“Where do you think you’re going?” from James Junior Rennie @byronlc

Boredom had already set in to their relationship. The feeling that he wasn't telling her something always sinking in. It was bad enough that she felt trapped in her life, now she felt trapped in a realtionship she wasn't sure was going to survive. Her heart raced at his words, not knowing if he would truly be his father's son and lash out or if he was genuinely just curious. "I'm going home." She kept her distance and her guard up. "Is that a problem?" Her question challenging and rhetorical more than anything. "If you want to stay here then that's on you Junior, but I'm not going to stay just because it seems like you want a warm body next to you."

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@killing1snature @byronlc

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Fuck. Maddy was watching James spiral right in front of her. As many murmurs and rumors there was around town about him, she wasn't sure if she should have been tempting him. She didn't care so much about what could happen. What he needed to see was that things are different for her.

Her body tensed as his hold. She was sure that there would probably be some redness to her skin but that didn't matter. "Stop it." She attempted to shrug off his hold before she just pulled hard. "Every time you say that..." She gave him a look of disgust. "Every time you say that it just literally makes me want to throw up." NOt that she was disgusted in her choices. She enjoyed having sex with him. She had thought that things would stay casual. Instead she felt completely tangled in his emotions. "I'm not yours just like you're not mine." It wasn't like she hadn't wanted him. Finally sitting and not having yelled back at him she sat further away from him, not completely walking away like she could have. "James." His name softly spoken. "You don't love me." She practically pleaded with him. "This isn't how people love each other." She paused and instead reached out for him. She needed him to calm down. "People who love each other don't hurt each other."

James’ hand ran over his head, pulling at his own hair briefly as if he needed something to hold on. His face distorted, his expression something between pain, despair and fury. He shook his head at her words, mumbled “That’s not true, that's not fucking true,” while Maddy was still speaking.

And when she ended, stood there, looking up at him with that annoyed look on her face, that condescending glint in her eyes, and turning things around again, turning this into something that didn’t matter at all when it was everything – James felt that rage rushing through his veins. He stepped close, his hands gripping her by the shoulders, easily wrapping around her slender arms, holding her in a tight grip, he leaned down, yelling directly into her face, “Why I care?! Why I even care?! Are you fucking kidding me, Maddy?!” He shook her small body as he spoke. “Because you belong to me! TO ME!!!”

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Sure it was cute to have a boyfriend that was obsessed with you. It was nice to know that you were wanted and needed. It was good that there was someone that loved you unconditionally. But that was the thing, maybe there were too many conditions to the way James loved her. Maybe this was all too much. She knew that he was probably around the most powerful people in town. She knew that his father was someone that hurt him but who had enough power and influence to change minds and even James' perception of himself. Then again, that was before. That was before it seemed like the entire world was closing in on them.

The entire time he held her all she could think was not again. Not this bullshit again where someone else just took her for a trophy piece or as someone ornamental only for them to hurt her. "Let me fucking go." She tugged her arm and her chin away from him, refusing to back down. She didn't care how tall he was or how intimidating he wanted to be. In the end she knew he was a scared kid. She just wasn't going to fall into a continuous cycle with another guy. Before everything changed her ex had fucked her up enough. "You're hurting me." She pulled her arm away the entire time holding back the huge amount of spit she wanted to hock at his face. "I'm not a fucking puppy." She stopped knowing well enough that they were alone but at the same time needing them to be on some sort of level ground. "I'm not doing this with you if you don't even know how to act." She kept her body against the wall at least giving him the idea that she was more defenseless than she seemed. "We can't keep doing this and you telling me that you love me if you're just going to treat me like some captive animal. It's already bad enough outside."

What was it with her? One moment everything was fine, she was smiling at him, the next, she was like, like this. She drove him mad, and sometimes he suspected, she did this on purpose, to humiliate him.

“Home? Now?” Was all he could get out, before she continued in her spiteful tone. The frown between his brows deepened. And then she called him by that name. It felt like a slap. It was a slap, right in his face. He forgot how to breathe for a moment, feeling something tightening around his throat, his whole body tensing up, and a heat crawling all over his skin. And in his stomach, he felt a sharp pain, like being stabbed. And that look on her face, that challenging attitude, it was more than enough to make him snap.

“Don’t you fucking call me that!” He gripped her forearm, yanking her around, pulling her close, so his other hand could grab her chin. He pulled her face up, forcing her to stand on her toes, but being 6’2’’ he had to lean down to bring their faces together.

“You’re not leaving until I say we leave.”