Here's chapter three! And here is where the rating comes into play and will continue to come into play for the rest of the story. Please review! I want some feedback to know if I should continue this or not!

Enjoy!

You don’t have to censor yourself. I know a lot of things that most girls shouldn’t. Did it hurt…the amputation I mean? I suppose the initial reason for why it had to be amputated would hurt more, wouldn’t it?

I’m sure your parents still care for you. You’re their son. They kind of have to, don’t they? And, not to be mean, would you rather have them cry and mourn for you every day and night? I wouldn’t. It’s horrible. Absolutely horrible. And I should know, I’ve done a lot of horrible things and I’m only sixteen. Can you believe that? You probably can’t. You seem like the Golden Child of a family. In my opinion, I don’t think your parents hate you. I think they hate the fact that you disobeyed their wishes, like all parents do. Did I mention I speak my mind and rarely censor myself? Not so much of a girl now, am I?

Sincerely,

Savannah

Savannah collapsed onto the bed, her breath coming in quick pants. The young boy next to her was breathing heavily, his bare, skinny chest rising and falling. Sweat covered their bodies, but they didn’t care. They were too tired to care. Savannah couldn’t stop thinking about Ben. She couldn’t stop thinking about the letters. That’s when he called, again, and Savannah figured she needed to get her mind off of things. She had expected to screw him, but she hadn’t expected not to either.

“Damn, Savannah,” he breathed.

She couldn’t help but smile at the compliment.

He looked at her, rolling onto his side. “You know, every time you come here, I never plan to fuck you.”

Savannah snorted. He was lying. They had met at a party, too drunk to do anything but fuck. They had never stopped either, but Savannah had warned him that it wouldn’t go beyond fucking. She didn’t want a relationship. She didn’t need it.

“Well, not all the time,” he corrected.

Savannah sat up, pulling her hair up. “Get over yourself.”

He moved towards her, planting a kiss on her hip. Savannah watched him as his lips gently touched her skin, moving past her hip and down her thigh. His eyes looked at her, waiting for a response. She just stared at him, still thinking about the soldier called Ben. Savannah wondered what he looked like, how old he was, and why he had joined the army. No matter what, Savannah could not stop thinking about the soldier.

“What’s wrong, Savannah?” her fuck buddy asked.

She looked at him, his head resting on her bare leg, his fingers gently tracing her inner thigh. “Just thinking.”

“I got that. About?”

“It’s nothing,” she told him.

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re lying. Tell me.”

Aggravated, Savannah stood, pushing his head off her leg. She didn’t need this. He was a fuck buddy. His job was to fuck her. If he couldn’t do that, then she had no reason to stay here. Fuck Buddy jumped off the bed, grabbing her by the waist. She stopped, feeling his erection.

“Savannah…” he whispered, gathering her hair in his hand.

Savannah turned to face him. “What is the problem? You want me. I want you. Why are we talking?”

He blinked, taking aback by her intensity. “I-I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Savannah smirked, not surprised. They had this conversation constantly, but the fact of losing Savannah, to him, was better then not seeing her at all. It was only a matter of time before his heart finally ruled over his dick. “Then I guess you won’t be seeing me again.”

“Can’t you just try?” he pleaded.

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“I can try.”

“Look,” she snapped, pulling her shirt over her head. “If you have to ask and beg me to be with you and to explain my decisions, then you obviously cannot understand it at all.”

“Just because your brother died, doesn’t mean that you did too, Savannah.”

She glared at him. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” With that, she slammed the door, walking out of his life forever and losing the only release she had left to cope with the death of her brother. A death that never had to happen if he had just stayed here.

Well, I know that was a bit...mature, but that's why it is rated M. More on the way and, once again, please review I feel I am getting annoying and repetitive with that, but I really want some feedback, no matter if it is good or bad).

Assana