Chasing Lyrics (Music & Lyrics #1)

by Debbie Dickerson

  I take a quick glance then turn back to Chip, “Are you sure, because I don’t want to fight tonight?”

  Chip throws back another shot and says, “Well, honey, there is only one way to find out.” He stands up and I watch in amazement as he approaches the big rugged man. Chip leans in and gives him a kiss, and then waves to me as he exits the club. Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. I pay our tab and begin to walk to the exit. As I turn my head to the right, I see her, Jennifer. Her stare is burning a hole in me. I pick up my pace to get the hell out of here but she catches me before I can make it out.

  “Where ya going, Tanner, Texas boy Tanner? Don’t be a pussy, come, and have a drink with me. Come on, I’m not gonna bite you.”

  I say, “I’m tired, going back to the hotel. Chip just left.”

  She grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward a dark corner of the club. Instead of making a scene, I walk over to where a crowd is hanging out. She says, “This is Tanner. Tanner, this is blah blah and whatever.” I roll my eyes and say hello to these nameless poor schmucks. Jennifer hands me a beer and says, “Come on Tanner banner foe fanner, one toast.” I just want to get the fuck out of here. I rise up the beer, clink my glass to hers, and drink the beer as fast as I can. I didn’t realize how buzzed I was but man that last beer really has me spinning. I find an open chair and almost fall into it. It’s as if my mouth won’t move to speak. I hear everything but can’t move. I feel the heat of Jennifer as she comes right into my face. She grabs my face and begins to lick my lips. I want her to stop but I can’t move. It’s almost as if I am frozen. I’m aware that the screaming “stop” is only in my head and not coming out of my mouth. She says, “Now is the time, Tanner. Now is when that stupid, naïve bitch of yours is going to see what revenge really is. Tonight, you are going to feel me suck your cock and ride you as you’ve never been ridden before, and you are going to love it. Oh yeah, and the pictures will be sent to the papers and her front door by morning. Poor little Dylan, her stupid heart will break in a million pieces.” I try to move but I can’t. She leans in and says, “Stop trying to fight it, dummy. I put a little something into that beer you downed so quickly just to get away from me. You are mine tonight. Okay, boys, he’s ready.” Two large men grab me around the waist and drag me out the side exit of this club. We get outside and the air feels fresh but does nothing to release this paralysis. A car door opens and Jennifer slides inside first. She says, “Throw him in.” The men pick my limp body up and toss me inside the car. They get in after me. I feel like I’m watching a horror movie. Jennifer runs her hand up my shirt and says, “Oh yes, I’ll enjoy this tonight.” I manage to squeeze out a slight grunt and she says, “What was that? You want me to do what to you?” She straddles me and says, “Your cock is begging for me. Nice and hard.” I’m wondering what she promised these men for being part of this. The car comes to a stop and I hear her say, “Take him to room 888 and put his fine ass on the bed. I’ll be up in a minute.”

  The two huge men drag me into the lobby of this strange hotel, straight to the elevator. Not one person notices these two huge idiots dragging my lifeless body. I wish they would just knock me out so I didn’t have to see and hear any of this. Not being able to stop it is torture. They drag me down this long hall, one man opens the room, and they toss me onto the bed.

  One of the men says, “Don’t worry mate, all she wants to do is fuck you. She’s a piece of ass, one that I’m going to tear up as soon as she finishes with you.” My stomach is turning horribly from the fear I’m feeling.

  I hear the door open and Jennifer says, “You, the one with the hair, stand over there and take pictures. You, baldy, you stand over there and take video. Make sure you get our faces, but not too close to his, I don’t want her to know he can’t move even if he wanted to.” I begin to drift off when I hear, “Tanner, are you there? Can you hear me? Oh, baby, you’re gonna want to remember this. For six months, I’ve wanted your big hard cock in my mouth and now I’ll finally have it. Don’t worry though; your Lyrics will be able to enjoy it too. I’m sure she’ll touch herself to this video when she sees your cum squirting into my mouth.” I’m trying so hard just to move any part of my body. Nothing. She lifts my tank top over my head and roughly allows my head to plop onto the bed. I feel her nails scratch down my stomach as she says, “Oh yes, this will make for a nice and dirty picture.” She pulls my shorts off and I feel her hand wrap around my cock. She says, “Come here, boys, make sure you get every part of this.” She begins sucking my cock and the cameras are flashing like crazy. I want her to stop. I’m going to kill this bitch. The second I get out of here, she is dead. She yells, “Oh yes, baby, your cock is all mine. You fucking love fucking my mouth, look how hard you are. Fuck my throat, Tanner, oh yes, fuck it.” I don’t want to come but I know it is out of my control. I can’t move anything but my dick has a mind of its own. My insides melt and I feel such a sadness as she sucks my cum out of me. She says, “Smile for the camera baby. As she stands up, she takes her clothes off and puts her skanky pussy on my face. She is rubbing herself all over my face. Again, the cameras are flashing consistently. She says, “You sure don’t move a lot when you fuck. Oh yeah, that’s right, you can’t move. Guess what? Your cock is about to be inside of me…just as I told that stupid little girl of yours.” All I can think about is how evil this bitch is. She’s raping me to get back at Dylan. I’m going to kill this whore. I swear to God, she is dead!

  Jennifer says as she slides her pussy down my shaft, “Oh, Tanner, you feel so good. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. She is scratching my chest and yelling out my name as she slides back and forth on me. I hear the two men saying that she better fuck them like this. Jennifer says, “Baldy, get him fucking my ass, oh she’ll really like that.” She grabs my shaft and lowers her ass onto my cock. She is bouncing up and down as she is playing with her pussy. She screams out, “Fuck me, Tanner Staff, fuck my ass. Make my pussy cum, baby. Oh fuck. Your cock is so far in my tight ass. Fuck me. Oh yes, make me cum! Here I cum, all for you. She gyrates on top of me and then slides off. She grabs my face and licks it. She says, “Don’t ever fuck with me again. These men are going to make sure that you are stuck here until these pictures make the news and your little Miss Dairy Queen gets to see her man’s cock slamming into every opening I have…the girl she hates most.” I’m numb. This will kill Lyrics; it’ll break her heart. How will she marry me after she sees these disgusting pictures? I need to call the police. I cannot move at all. Jennifer says in a sarcastic tone, “Okay boys, I guess it’s time for your payment.” The two men get their payment as they both take her over and over. As she is leaving, she says, “Nice working with you, Tanner. Boys, don’t kill him. I want him to go back to his home and see the heartbreak that his fiancé has when she replays my pussy going up and down on that huge cock.” Her evil laugh echoes in my head.

  One of the men says, “Don’t know what you did to her but I’d like to be on the other end of that punishment again.” I was raped. It wasn’t punishment; it wasn’t anything but rape. She fucking raped me! She is going to fucking ruin my life and ruin Lyric’s life.

  One of the men walks over to me, pulls me up, and says, “Well, time for you to sleep pretty boy.” I feel his fist slam against my cheek and my head bounces off the hard floor.

  Chapter 33

  ‘It’d take the Devil herself to ruin our love’

  Jennifer –

  Five months I’ve waited for this. She embarrassed me; hell, she humiliated me. Who does she think she is punching me as if I’m no one? I can’t wait until she opens this package. I can only imagine the look on her sweet face as she sees her man inside of me, loving it. Her poor little broken heart, oh yeah, I don’t fucking care. Soak it up, stupid bitch!

  I’m sending a nice little handwritten note with this, umm, I guess you could call it a care package of sorts.

  Dylan,

  I hope you enjoy these pictures and
video as much as we enjoyed taking them. I would have never guessed he would taste so good, but the cum he squirted into the back of my throat was like sweet wine, not even one drop was wasted. Next time you decide to hit somebody, I’d suggest knowing whom it is you are hitting. I told you I’d steal your boyfriend, oops I mean fiancé. As I said he would, your Tanner fucked me in every hole I have and loved it.

  Fuck yourself sincerely,

  The bitch you should have never fucked with!

  Guess this is why everybody says I’m a bitch. Let me make it undeniable, here you go…they are all right, I am a coldhearted bitch!

  Finding her address on Google was so easy it wasn’t even satisfying. As I’m walking into the post office, I have a spark of a second thought if I should actually send this. Even though he obviously enjoyed it, he could bust me for rape and drugging him. As if I had to rape him; please, men would kill to do what he got to do to me.

  This may be evil even beyond me. He was right, I probably deserved to get my ass kicked for what I said to her but, oh well, fuck it! As I step up to the counter, the lady looks at me and asks, “Are you that model, Jennifer Temple?”

  My face lights up and I say, “I sure am.” A few workers come up and get my autograph. I ask, “Can I get this to Texas by tomorrow morning?”

  The lady says, “We will make sure it gets there, Ms. Temple.”

  I text the bald man, “Keep him there until tomorrow night and then get him to the airport. Make sure he doesn’t have a working phone.”

  I get a text back, “That will cost you another round. Also, we already broke his phone, and his nose.”

  It dawns on me that Chip is going to be worried. I quickly send Chip a text, “Chip, Tanner told me he was done with this shit and took off.”

  I get a text from dumb and dumber, “Oh and also, you need to give us both blowjobs like you gave this guy.”

  I roll my eyes. “Okay, just do what I told you to do.” This is who I am. I’ve always used sex to get what I want. Without it, I don’t think anybody would put up with my crazy ass.

  The lady at the post office hands me a slip that assures me the package will be delivered tomorrow by ten a.m. Central time.

  Once I see the package thrown into that big basket, I know it’s real and there is no turning back now. I guess I really don’t care what happens to me. I’ll probably go to jail for this. I don’t think it’s considered rape. I mean, who would believe him? Really, he should be thanking me. Fuck it, I’m heading back to England to begin a runway tour anyway.

  Fuck Tanner Staff. Fuck Dylan farm girl bitch. Fuck everything and everyone…I’m Jennifer Temple, nobody can or will break me, ever!

  Chapter 34

  ‘Never did I believe you’d shatter my heart into a million pieces’

  Lyrics –

  Three days until he gets home. I drove home last night from Mom’s house and just knowing Tanner will be here soon has made my apartment feel way less empty. There is nothing in my fridge and it looks as if I haven’t lived here for ages. I’m going to clean up, and have it nice and fresh for when he walks through my door. As I look around the living room, everything is he and I. This fourteen-year-old boy in this picture with me is going to be my husband! Instantly a smile forms on my face. I grab my phone, take a pic of this picture we took when we were fourteen years old, and send it in a text to Tanner. I text, “That boy is going to grow up and marry that girl.”

  A knock at the door and I check the time, it’s 8:30 in the morning, who could this be? For a moment, I thought he might have come in early to surprise me. I look through the peephole and it’s Tyler. I open up the door and he is standing there with a cute smile on his face. I say, “What are you doing up so early?”

  He quickly says, “Don’t know but I figured I’d see if you decided to stop by your own house for a bit.” I laugh and motion for him to come inside. He comes in and plops down on the couch. He looks around and says, “High school sweethearts getting married. Well, if anybody will make it work it’s you two, I guess. Kind of cliché don’t you think?”

  I laugh and ask him, “Dude, are you on drugs?”

  He laughs and says, “Just a few, but the doctor gave me them so I don’t know if that counts.”

  I ask him, “Are you hungry? Wanna get a bite to eat?”

  He says with a smirk, “Yes Dylan, I’ll go on a breakfast date with you.” I grab my purse and we walk out to his car. He says, “Magnolia Café?”

  My stomach growls and I say, “Perfect. Fucking perfect.” Magnolia Café is the place we would all go eat at after playing gigs or drinking all night. They have the most incredible comfort breakfast food.

  Tyler pulls up to the restaurant and I quickly check my phone. No text yet. It isn’t like him not to respond; maybe he’s in the middle of one of his last shoots, or maybe he’s sleeping? I get out of the car and Tyler is staring at me almost as if he’s annoyed. He sarcastically says, “Dylan, texting your fiancé is so rude to do on our date.” I push his arm and he flings it gently around my neck as we walk into the restaurant.

  When we walk inside, this girl yells from across the restaurant, “Hey, Tyler, great show last night.”

  He smiles, gives a thumb up, and says, “Thank you.”

  I roll my eyes and say, “Damn, every man I’m with has girls fawning over them.”

  Tyler laughs and says, “Guess you have good taste in musicians.”

  I confidently say, “Yes I do!”

  Although Tyler is very entertaining, it is really pissing me off that Tanner hasn’t texted me back. When Tyler excuses himself to the restroom, I grab my phone and text Tanner. “Hey, babe, you okay? Getting worried ‘cause I didn’t hear from you after you went out with Chip. Hope some Aussie babe didn’t sweep you off your feet. Love you!” I place my phone on the table and attempt to get my mind off it. Tyler comes back right as the server is bringing our food. If anything can take my mind off my phone, it is this food.

  Tyler coyly asks, “Still no text?”

  I stare at him and ask, “What makes you say that?”

  He says, “I saw you checking your phone in the car and now it’s on the table, so I put two and two together. I’m not just a pretty face.” He is a pretty face but it pisses me off that he is so observant.

  “Nope, no text yet. Happy?”

  He says, “Are you gonna leave him? If yes, then I’m happy.”

  I shake my head and say, “Well, if you were this persistent last year, we may have had a run.”

  He takes a bite and says, “Yep, I think about that all the time.”

  I glance up at him and can’t tell if he’s fucking with me or serious. Quickly, I change the subject. “So Tyler, who’s your chick of the week?”

  He cocks his eye at me and says, “Dylan, you must have me confused with a different slut. That’s not how I roll. If anybody should know that, it’s you.”

  Things are getting uncomfortable. I awkwardly blurt out, “We picked a date for the wedding. April 25, 2017.”

  Tyler smiles and says, “Congratulations. Am I going to be one of your bridesmaids?”

  I ask, “Really? Would you actually want to be?”

  He laughs and says, “Ugh, hell no. I was just kidding, dang.” Tyler asks, “Do you happen to have an extra pedal for a guitar?”

  I say, “Tanner has a few in my apartment. I’m sure he won’t mind if you borrow one. You can grab it when you take me home. When are you playing next? God, I miss being there.”

  Tyler says, “Why don’t you come tonight? Tanner won’t be home for a few more days, come out, and hang out with us. We all miss you.”

  That really does sound perfect. I miss the heck out of writing and watching Tanner up on stage. I check my phone again and then say, “I’d love to hang out tonight.”

  Tyler flashes a bit of an evil smile and says, “Nice.” The server brings the bill; Tyler grabs it up, and hands the server his card.

  I say, “Thank you.”r />
  He jerks his head and says, “Like I’d have some chick pay for me, yeah sure!” We both laugh.

  On the ride back to my apartment, Tyler keeps me entertained with club drama that I’ve missed. I check my phone and it is now 9:45 a.m. When we walk into my apartment, Tyler sits on the couch and I go into the room to grab the pedal for him. A bang at the door scares both of us. I open the door. It’s the mailwoman.

  She says, “Dylan Brooks?”

  I say, “Yes, I am she.”

  She hands me a box and says, “I need you to sign right here.” I sign where she tells me and she leaves with a very small smile.

  I yell, “Thank you.” She nods her head as she walks away.

  Tyler says, “An early wedding gift?”

  I say, “I have no idea what this is; there’s no name on the box. It is from Australia though, so I’m guessing from Tanner.”

  Tyler says, “Oh, so romantic.”

  I stare at him in a joking way. I say, “You got a knife?”

  He laughs and says, “This is Texas, Ma’am, of course, I have a knife.” He flips his knife open and hands it to me. I eagerly plunge it through the double tape on the box, excited to see what my man has sent me. Tyler is watching my every move. I reach in and pull out an envelope and a thumb drive. I place the thumb drive on the table and open the envelope. I open up the note and pictures slip out. Tyler reaches to pick the pictures up and says, “What the fuck is this? What the holy fuck is this?”

  My hands begin to shake uncontrollably as I’m reading the letter. I can’t breathe. She is lying. I know she is lying. I say, “Tyler, hand me the pictures.”

  He shakes his head and says, “No. Dylan, you don’t need to see this.”

  I yell, “Give me the fucking pictures, God dammit, just give them to me.” He refuses. Tears are rolling down my face and I am ready to tear Tyler up if he doesn’t give them to me. “Tyler, please just give them to me. I need to see them.” He must have seen something in me because he reluctantly hands them to me.