Sometimes You Have To Lose.

"Torrie after everything I'm just not ready." John said.

"Well get ready for it," Torrie spoke as she tried to take his shirt off, John's stomach was peeking out slightly when she raised the bottom of his shirt.

John pulled his shirt back down.

"Torrie I'm not going to be ready for a while." John said.

"John, life is too short we can't waste time now damn it, let me take off your shirt" Torrie spoke as she tried to grip it again but John kept resisting for Torrie's sake mainly.

"Torrie stop." John said.

"Oh for god sake, it's been a while you don't want to make love to me?" Torrie asked, with displeasured look across her face.

John stared at Torrie, that wasn't the reason he just thought it was too soon and he didn't want to do anything to hurt her.

"Torrie I do, I just don't want anything to happen and you end up hurt again." John said.

"I want to do this," Torrie spoke as she gently kissed John.

"No, Torrie...alright" John spoke as he tried to get Torrie away from him but she kept on top of him.

"Torrie, I mean it for god sake!" John used a little too much strength, and flung Torrie over the bedside table making her land on the floor, then a lamp smashing on her head knocking her out cold.

"I want to do this," Torrie spoke as she gently kissed John.

"No, Torrie...alright" John spoke as he tried to get Torrie away from him but she kept on top of him.

"Torrie, I mean it for god sake!" John used a little too much strength, and flung Torrie over the bedside table making her land on the floor, then a lamp smashing on her head knocking her out cold.

John looked with shock then rushed over to Torrie.

"Torrie wake up, come on sweetheart." John said.

Torrie laid there on her front with shards of the lamp that fallen on her head.

John carefully took the glass off of Torrie's head and hair.

"Torrie please wake up." John pleaded.

Torrie's eyelashes fluttered for a moment, before her hand slowly rose to the back of her head moaning ever so softly.

"Torrie can you hear me?" John asked as he put his hand gently on her cheek.

Torrie laid there, with pain shooting through her head. She slowly rose her right hand before it fell limb on her midsection.

"Oww," Muttered through Torrie's lips as she laid there on the bedroom floor.

She felt a gentle touch on her cheek, to her chin down her shoulder.

"Tor are you okay?" John asked with concern.

Torrie's head just moved ever so lightly, moving her head closer to John's arm before she turned her body into John.

"John," Torrie uttered as she touched his arm softly

"I'm right here Tor." John said.

Torrie gently sat up with her hand on the back of her head before she laid back down passing out from the pain.

John put his hand on Torrie's head, her head went lim into his arm. "Oh...god," John muttered when he pulled his hand out only to find blood on his palm.

"Oh my god." John muttered with shock before he picked Torrie up and went downstairs to his car.

Torrie's head slowly bent back over John's arm as he carried her. John could feel the blood simpering through unto his right hand.

"Torrie stay with me sweetheart." John said before he lied Torrie in the back seat of his car.

Torrie felt her head gently lie on the seat of John's car.

"I'm getting....blood on your car," Torrie muttered as she kept her eyes closed. While John thought of a way how to slow down the bleeding from the back of Torrie's head.

John took his shirt off then wrapped it around Torrie's head and cut.