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Rising Storm	By : AllAmericanPipes Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > All American Rejects Views: 1296 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 01
- 2-Part 02
- 3-Part 03
- 4-Part 04
- 5-Part 05
- 6-Part 06
- 7-Part 07
- 8-Part 08
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Rising Storm
AllAmericanPipes
Piper McCoy

Part II

The next day soon came as the sun rose above the horizon. The pale pink light shone softly through the thin curtains of the hotel room. Mike rolled over and groaned slightly. The light was right in his eyes as he attempted to block it by covering his head with his pillow. He sat not wanting to suffocate himself and sighed. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand next to him and did a double take before realizing that it was six in the morning, way too early. He threw the pillow onto the bed and stood walking towards the bathroom. He decided a hot shower was the best thing this early in the morning. He knew another day of recording was ahead of him. He didn't know how long he would be able to handle seeing Brooke with Tyson. Not after yesterday. He didn’t want to have to face the tension that was sure to resurface the moment he entered the small room. Brooke was finally beginning to see things the way they were. Her delusion was ending and Mike knew it. He just hoped it didn't push her over the edge as it did most people. He was about to turn on the water when he heard a knock on his door. He was unsure of who it would be as it was so early. He walked to the door and opened it. Brooke soon stood in front of him, a smile on her face, which was odd considering she wasn’t a morning person and Mike was well aware of that fact.
"What are you smiling about?" He asked her as she stepped into his room. Her smiled widened as she pointed to what he was wearing. He looked down and his cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment. "Well, um, I was about to hop in the shower. What'd you need?" He asked as she sat herself on the edge of his bed.
"I just wanted to talk, but if you're busy..." She hopped off the bed and headed for the door as if she was hiding something. He stopped her.
“No, I just need to throw on some pants. So, what’s up?” He asked, grabbing the nearest pair of jeans and throwing them on along with a shirt. He sat next to her.
“Well, I wanted to talk about yesterday.” She replied. He knew that was headed his way.
“Go on.” He stated. She sighed and began to fidget. He guessed she did this when she was nervous or scared and what not.
“Well, um, I,” she paused trying to find her words. Mike looked her in the eyes.
“You what?” He asked smiling at her while trying to offer her some kind of comfort so that she would feel more comfortable and be able to find her words. His dimples seemed to do the trick. She smiled slightly.
“You can’t tell Tyson. Please don’t say anything to him. I don’t want him to know anything about last night. He really does care and he’d never hurt me intentionally. He’s just not like that.” Mike shook his head at her words.
“I’m not gonna say anything to Tyson. You just be careful and remember I’m here for you if you need to talk about anything at all, alright?” He replied causing her to smile. He gave her a kiss on the forehead followed by a hug. “Now then, get your butt out of here so I can take a shower. I’m dead if I’m late for the recording session today.” She stood and hurried out of the room leaving Mike to hop in the shower. He stood and walked into the bathroom after hearing the door click shut. He stripped down and threw his clothes upon the floor. They all landed in a heap. He stepped in the shower and turned the water on warm. Soon the water beat down on him, helping to clear his head for he couldn’t help but think about how to convince Brooke to leave Tyson. He couldn’t just stand by any longer but he had to make sure to choose his words right. He couldn’t have her thinking he was only telling her to leave him so he could have her. It wasn’t like that; it was just a perk of Tyson being an ass. In reality he didn’t want to see her get hurt; didn’t think he could bare it.

It was late in the night when Tyson entered his hotel room. Brooke had once again caught a ride with Mike not wanting to stay in the musty recording room silent for another moment. Tyson and Nick always seemed to stay late when recording. They wanted the tracks to be as close to perfect as was humanly possible. Tyson slowly opened the door wondering if Brooke was sleeping yet. He walked into the room and soon spotted her lying in bed. He laid his bass on the floor and kicked off his shoes rather quietly not wanting to wake her if she was sleeping. It had been a long day and his head was flooded with thoughts of what was going on between her and Mike. She was beginning to spend entirely too much time with him. She was his girlfriend and she was with Mike more often. It was really beginning to bother him, but he decided to push these thoughts out of his mind, or at least try. He was soon snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the mattress shifting.
“Ty?” Brooke asked, more groaned, as she blinked her eyes slightly open. “Ty, is that you?” He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat. He gently brushed the hair from her face and smiled. His blue eyes bore into her glazed green eyes as she smiled back.
“Yeah, sorry about waking you.” He replied lightly kissing her on the lips. She sat and pulled him in for another gentle kiss. He could tell she had little energy. She soon pulled back, needing air sooner then she usually did considering she had awesome breath support from being in choir for so long. Tyson shifted, his manhood coming to life from the mere touch of her hands on his chest. Her light touch only turned him on and he knew she wasn’t going to give him what he wanted tonight. He could tell by the look in her eyes when she pulled back, but his lust began to take control. He reached for the hem of her shirt and slowly began to run his hands underneath it. He gently ran his hands over her smooth milky breasts as he pressed his lips to hers once again; with more force then he had at first anticipated. Soon she could feel his lips upon the small of her neck as his fingers played with her hardening nipples. She took hold of his arm. "Ty, honey it's late." She whispered slightly panting from lack of air. He smiled, not wanting to stop.
"So what?" His lips found their way back to her neck as he pushed her down onto the bed and began to climb on top of her. She could feel his erection grinding into her inner thigh. She knew exactly what he wanted. She pulled back from his lips to speak once more.
"Ty, I don't have the energy for this right now. It’s late and I’m tired, totally not in the mood right now." He pulled back a moment to speak.
“Well, I’ll help you get in the mood.” He pulled her into another kiss, his lust more or less taking him over. She tried to gently push him off of her.
"Ty, stop." She pleaded the fear rising in her voice. He looked into her eyes for a moment and then slipped off his shirt before kissing her again. She couldn't believe what was going on. She didn't want this, not now. Never like this against her will. It took all her strength to push him off of her once more. She stood and headed for the door. She was beginning to panic and needed to get out of there and fast before Tyson lost control, which she knew he soon would. Before she was able to escape Tyson grabbed her arm like he had that day in the recording studio. She could see the anger reflected in his eyes and it terrified her. His face was only a mere centimeter from hers as he began to yell in her face, wanting her to hear his words loud and clear.
"What, are you gonna go and run to Mike?! You've been fucking around with him, haven't you!?" He screamed anger evident in his voice. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer.
"No..." She whispered. He tightened his grip on her arm and she winced at the shock of pain that suddenly ran through her body.
"No! Yes you have! I can see in your eyes you're fucking lying to me! All the time you've been spending with him, constantly! How dare you fucking lie to me!" With that he dragged her, by the arm, to the bed and threw her upon it. She let out a slight scream as her body made contact with the mattress. He knelt over her as he undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. "You'll fuck him but not me, huh?!" He screamed again.
"No Ty! I never," she was cut off by the hand that soon made contact with the flesh of her cheek. Her head fell to the side from the force this only causing more of her tears to fall. Tyson practically ripped her shirt off as she lay there struggling to free herself from his grasp. He had her pinned to the bed, her hands grasped tightly in his own holding her down. He began to kiss the small of her neck once more and soon his lips trailed down to her nipples. He gently took one in his mouth as she let out a sob. "Stop, please..." She begged him but he simply attacked the other of her nipples as he grinded his erection against her inner thigh once more. He then began to pull off his jeans leaving himself in nothing more then his boxers and then reached for the top of her pajama bottoms, forcing them off of her. He began kissing her stomach and made his way to the brim of her panties, roughly pulling them off of her and continued kissing down her inner thigh. Her body was beginning to betray her as the moan escaped her lips. She didn't want this, didn't need this. His lips shortly found their way back to hers and his tongue forced itself into her mouth. She couldn't breath as she was congested from crying. She pulled back, almost gagging. "Ty please," His hand made contact with her face once more causing a yelp to escape her.
"Shut up!" He screamed. "You're gonna give me what I want! Even if I have to force you!" With that he slipped off his boxers freeing his erection and forced himself inside of her. She screamed from the initial pain. He soon found his rhythm and continued with the act. Her sobs wouldn't stop as Tyson pounded in and out of her. He still held her pinned to the bed, his hands now resting on her hips holding her body down as he trusted. His breathing was rapidly increasing and she knew he was close. He collapsed on top of her, spent, and then rolled onto his back next to her on the bed. He turned to her, as she now lay on her side, her entire body in pain, and every muscle in her body aching from struggling and then from the forced sex. He gently kissed her back, running his hand along her side trailing down her thigh and then stood. He walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. He looked into his own eyes and saw the lust filled anger, anger that he never thought he’d see in his own eyes, never thought he’d actually feel that sort of anger. Disgusted he looked first at the ground, and then back out at Brooke. He watched as she gently pulled the thin sheet trying to cover her body as she lay in a fetal position. Every inch of her body ached and she felt like she wanted to die. She’d never felt so used before, so filthy. There she laid and wept. Tyson turned back to the mirror, suddenly realizing the pain he had just caused her, the girl he claimed to care for, and again looked into his own eyes to view the anger that was slowly turning to regret, a deeper regret then he’d ever be able to forget, ever be able to correct. What had he done?
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