Chapter 55

A long chapter for all of you beautiful people.

April 14th 2015

I sit on the couch, watching Jeff The Killer. Ross plops down in the couch next to me, handing me a glass of orange juice. I smile at him warmly before sipping the liquid. He began to move around, shifting uncomfortably. "You alright?" I ask as I place a hand on his thigh. He nods as he watches my hand. He grabs his phone, scrolling through Twitter. He goes to his pictures, clicking an album called 'dirty'. I smirk as he looks through the pictures he takes of me when i feel confident.

I rub my hand up and down his thigh. He looks at my hand, then my face, back to his phone. "Lynn," he whispers as I cup his bulge. He shifts underneath my hand, still looking at his phone.

I sigh and let go of him. He looks up at me, sadly. "We have to go soon," I say as I bring my glass to the kitchen. He quickly follows me, actually following me everywhere. "What?" I giggle as he tugs on my hand. He shrugs, tears brimming his eyes. His arms pull me into a tight hug. "What's wrong?" I whisper as I twirl his hair.

"No matter what anyone says about you, I love you." His phone glows against the skin on his hand.

I take his phone and scroll through his Twitter.

"@lynnette.calle needs a nose job" "Is it me or did @lynnette.calle get fatter this past month? @rossr5 you can have me ;-)"@rossr5: I don't want any of you. Please stop hating on my baby. I only love @lynnette.calle"@rossr5 she deserves no one. She should kill herself."

I pull out my phone and write a tweet.

@Lynnette.calle: I have gained some weight lately. Only because @rossr5 and I are having a baby. Thank you all for the jealousy.

Ross smiles as he reads my tweet. "Can you take this off for a minute?" he asks as he tugs on my shirt.

I nod and allow him to pull off my shirt. He lays me down on the bed, kissing my stomach. His lips move down to my waist band, pulling my pants down. His hands rub my sides as he kisses my exposed clit. "Ross," I moan. He smirks as he nips lightly. "We have to go," I mumble.

His tongue takes one last lick, everywhere, before he slides up my underwear. he kisses up my body to my lips. "We'll come home and have some fun," he kisses my lips sloppily. we get up and walk to the car. "That's the first time I've ever done that for you, wasn't it?"

I nod slowly as he pulls into the parking lot. "Ross, I'm nervous. Wh-What if I-"

He cuts me off. "No, don't say it. We're going to have this baby," he says as I reach for the door handle. We get out and he engulfs me into a hug. We walk into the building.

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"WE'RE HAVING A BOY!" Ross yells to his family as we enter their house. "I'M GOING TO DIE OF EXCITEMENT!"

Everyone pulls us into hugs. The whole time we talked to his family, he had a smile on my face and held me as tight as possible. "Baby names!?" Rydel squeals.

"Romeo Shor Lynch!" Ross and I say quickly.

We burst out laughing, just us, everyone just stares at us. "You guys have problems," Riker laughs at us. We stop and both glare at him. "Love you!" He flinches.

Everyone laughs and we talk the day away. Before I knew it, it was 11:30pm. "I HAVE TO GO HOME AND FUCK A SHEEP!" Ross yells as he stumbles around.

"Yes, Ross. I'm driving home because you're drunk," I laugh.

He shoves his hands in my pants, shocking his fingers inside of me. I gasp loudly as everyone observes. "Shut up, bitch." He laughs.

I push him away from me, running to the bathroom. "Lynn," Rocky says as he knocks. "Let me in."

"It isn't locked," I snap.

He opens the door, walking in to wipe my tears. "Are you alright?"

I shake my head, pushing him away. "It hurt, Rocky," I whine. "I think he cut me with his long ass nails."

Riker walks in and grabs my hips. "You guys can stay here tonight, but you and I need to talk," he whispers. I nod and smile at Rocky. He takes that as a signal to leave, closing the door behind him. "Are you okay?" He asks sweetly as he kisses my cheek softly.

I shrug. "It really hurt, he fucking cut me."

Riker sits me down on the toilet. "Can I look?" I look at the door. "He's passed out, what he doesn't know won't kill him."

His hands slowly slides down my pants. His lips press against the small mark Ross had left. I shutter as his tongue slips in. I bite my lip as hard as I can. "Riker stop," I whine as someone knocks on the door. "Riker, stop it!" I say louder.

Rocky walks in, stopping in his tracks at the sight of his brother eating me out. He pulls Riker away from me. I pull up my pants as I begin to cry and shake. He shoves Riker out of the room, beginning to yell. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!? SHE SAID STOP!" He screams.

"He hurt her, I made her feel better. " Riker smirks at me as I walk out.

Ross rubs his eyes. "What happened?" He asks as he notices my tears. "are you okay?" He asks softly, pulling me onto his lap.

I shake my head and bury my face in his neck. "I just wanna go home," I whine

He nods as he plays with my hair. "What're they fighting ab-" he was cut off by Rocky walking in.

"Nothing, if Lynn wants to tell you she will," he smiles at me.

Ross and I get up and say goodbye to everyone. On the way home, Riker texts me. "Read it please," I say to Ross.

He picks my phone up from the cup holder. "I'm so sorry. I should've stopped, it's my fault. I hope you can forgive me." He reads aloud.

I sigh. "Say; maybe I will. No time soon, though." I instruct.

He types before setting it back in the middle counsel. "What happened?" He asks as he grabs my hand supportively.

"I was in the bathroom because you shoved your fingers inside of me, scratching me with your long ass nails. So Rocky came in to make sure I was okay, then Riker. Rocky left, Riker asked to see then he started eating me out. I told him to stop but he didn't. Rocky got worried and came in." I explain.

Ross stares at me with wide eyes as I shut off the car. I sigh, pulling my hand away from his. I walk to the house, tears streaming down my face. I hate when he just looks at me. I can't tell if he's mad, if he's upset, I can never tell his emotion! His hands spin me around as I put the key in the lock. He cups my face with his shaky hands. His hands move down to my hips. "Are you okay? it only matters to me if you're okay," he whispers.

"Yeah," I say as I push him away.

We go into the house and upstairs to bed. "Lynn, babe you need to tell me what hurts," he says as he lays next to me.

"Nothing hurts, Ross." I whine.

He sighs, before nodding. "Okay, Lynn." He says before facing his back to me. I throw the blanket off myself and walk out of the room. "Lynn!" ross yells after me.

I keep walking until I come to the guest bedroom, where all our boxes sit in the open space. "No, apparently you don't trust me anymore," I snap as I turn around towards him.

"Yes, I-"

I cut him off suddenly. "Then why didn't you kiss me?! Why didn't you tell me you love me!? You just fucking turned around," I cry out.

His arms wrap around me. "I'm sorry, baby. Don't cry," he says supportively.

I pull away from him. "How do expect me not to cry!? You would cry if you felt like I didn't love you!"

He carries me back to our room, sitting me on the bed. "Why do you think I don't love you? I love you so much, Lynn. More than I could ever put into words," he kisses my cheek.

I shake my head. "I hate you," I mumble. His face seems like he's hurt. He shows pain, yet anger in his eyes. "I-I didn't mean it! I'm sorry," I bury my face in his neck. He lets out a sigh of relief, running his fingers through my hair. "I'm so stupid."

He shakes his head and slowly lays down. I lay down, he wraps his arm around my waist securely. "No you aren't. You're just emotional. I love you, baby."

"I love you too," I sniffle before forcing myself to sleep.