Betrayed By Everyone, Loved By Four
Betrayed By Everyone Loved by Four Chapter 85

Altas's P.O.V.

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I can't believe my parents made us that late to our girl last night. Next time I'm staying the night somewhere else. We just thought that my house would be quickest to sneak out of. My parents rarely come to check on me after 10 p.m. Ususally, they are too all over each other in their own room, and I am an adult.

Not last night though. Of f*****g course. They made us super late to Millie's, and she was pissed off when we got there.

The way tha Millie flipped out when Milo grabbed her broke my heart. She's still so scared of that a*****e. I want to kill James. I've never been so serious about anything in my life.

Seeing my babygirl like this is heart breaking. Millie tries so hard to get through everything. To keep her head high, and show everyone they can't tear her down. It's admirable honestly, but we see the other side. The darker side of what happened. The things that Millie doesn't show anyone else.

And it only infuriates me more.

James is lucky that it was Leo that found him hurting our girl that night. I would not have let him live, and that is something I'm positive of. Leo might have beat James to a blood pulp, but he has self control.

I, do not.

I have had anger issues since I was a young kid. All of the adults said that I was tempormental. My parents had taken me to many different doctors for testing. Some said that I was acting out for attention, some said I had ADHD. Turns out, I have a bi-polar disorder.

It's not as severe as it could be. I could be much worse. Like I used to be.

When I was just in elementray school, I would start fights with other kids. Throw huge tantrums for teachers. I was a grumpy little a*****e, and I never understood why.

When I was in middle school, my parents had finally found a doctor that could help me. I was put on some low dose medication, and therapy twice a week. It worked for the most part.

It was only when someone would really piss me off that I would act out again. Like I had trouble controling my anger. It would bubble out of me.

No matter what I did though, my friends always had my back. I was always getting us into trouble for fighting. By the time we were in the 7th grade, things were bad again.

My therapist told my mom that he thought I might just be bored. That maybe if I got a hobby to take up some of my free time, I would mellow out some. That's how I started doing sports.

Mom is a personal trainer. She does self health seminar's, trains a lot of rich people, and obviously she works out. Mom was the one to get me into sports.

At first, Mom just had me work out with her. Weight lifting, running, anything to get my mind focused on something. It was working, but hanging out with my mom was not fun. So, I decided to start playing sports.

Because of my weight gain, from working out that way, it was easy for me to get on teams. It helped that I pick up on things quickly. After some time, I really did mellow out.

Finally, I had found a balance in my life. I stopped losing control after that. Some days were harder than others, but for the most part, I was doing good.

Even when Holly did all that shit us, I remained in control. Looking back, I'm pretty sure I was too heart broken to really lose my shit the way I used to. I was drowning in sadness, there was no room for anger. It was unusal for me, but with the help of my friends, we got over it quickly enough.

Then we moved here, and for the first time since I was 12, I lost control.

It was the day that I walked Millie to her locker. She had finally given me the time of day after bugging her nonstop. I was so happy.

Millie is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. She has a quiet light in her that shines so brightly when she's happy. I wanted to brighten that light. I want it to shine as bright as it can every single day.

Then I seen that writting on her locker. Millie didn't seen phased by it at all, but me... Well, I lost it.

We all know how that turned out. It was great in the end. Totally worth punching that locker like that. I got to be the first one to place my lips on our girls perfect ones.

It was when we were all going through that mess that I really lost my shit though. That day in the locker room when I beat the shit out of James. It was different though. I didn't feel out of control. Didn't feel like my anger had taken over. I didn't black out. I was calm.

I wanted to beat James's ass. I had been listening to him talk to his little friends about my girl for weeks. James is nothing but a fucking liar. I don't even understand why he had to lie about being with Millie the way he did. Dude has girls falling all over him all the time. Does he just lie because he's never been told no before?

That still didn't give him the right though. I was so sad, lost, and angry at that time. All in different ways then I ever have been before. So, I beat the crap out of the fucker.

Got myself in a bit of trouble with that. Thankfully, the school was unaware of my past issues. Unfortunately, my parents were called, and they obviously knew.

That was when I came clean to Mom about everything. I told her about Millie, and what we had all been doing. Minus the s*x stuff. I told her that I didn't lose control, that I wanted to beat James up. Surprisingly, Mom was supportive. I got in just a little bit of trouble at home, but not really. Mom and Dad agreed with me defending Millie. That's because they love my sweet babygirl.

After finding out that James tried to rape Millie though.. I have been struggling. Mom checks on me a little bit more. They were afraid for me to go back to school. Every morning Dad reminds me about the court case. I cannot interfere, or it could be bad for Millie. Still, it's f*****g hard. Espeically that first day. I wasn't there when James tried to grab Millie, but I heard about it after. James was taken out of all of our classes, thanks to our parents. He was also kicked off of all the sports teams, and any other extra activity. That makes it easier.

Seeing Millie still struggling though, does not. I can't stop thinking about last night. She was so scared. Then she just got mad.

We know Millie enough to know that she not only is struggling with what had happened, but she is struggling with depending on us. Millie doesn't sleep without us. It became even more clear last night.

All I want to do is take it all away for her. I want to push the memories from her mind, and show her nothing but love. Millie didn't deserve any of this.

Thankfully, Milo was there to smooth things over with Millie. Not that either of us had planned to leave. Then we all got to have a bit of fun. A lot of fun.

Millie is so damn sexy. She knows what each of our kinks are, and she plays them to the fullest. I love it. I love her innocent, and dirty. I love it when Millie plays along, and when she's just herself. Everything about her. I love it all.

I watched Milo fuck Millie. They talked dirty to each other. I was turned on the moment I turned around to find Millie naked. Then she gave me those damn innocent eyes. Millie begged me to let her be my innocent girl still.

I've never been turned on the way Millie turns me on. Watching her with the others, then the way she acts with me. It's f*****g perfect. Too f*****g perfect.

I'm falling more in love with Millie than I've ever felt with anyone. We already knew this was different than with Holly. After our little 'break' we all knew that Millie is the one, but this is still different.

I love her so much it hurts. It hurts to see her in pain. It hurts when she's angry with me. It hurts to leave her. Especially when she throws a fit when I have to leave her. It makes everything harder.

I want to spend every second of every day with her. With all of them. I want us together constantly. I'm starting to understand how my dad feels.

I get jealous on the nights that I don't get to go to Millie's room. Not in an angry way, but a sad way. I just want to graduate so that we can all live together. I know we're all excited about that.

I'd get to come home to Millie every day, or vis versa. Every night I'd get to sleep in bed with them. All the sex that we can handle, and I know that Millie can handle a lot.

Being patient is not my strong suit though. I'm struggling with these feelings. I want to give everything up, and dedicate my entire existance to Millie. The only reason I haven't, is because there is no way Millie would ever let me. Still, my babygril loves me, and that gives me hope. It makes everything worth it. All of this waiting, pushing away all of this anger, its all worth it as long as my babygirl loves me. And boy does she.

Millie wanted me to meet her in the equipment room on lunch. I was beyond thrilled. Ever since having our first kiss in that room, fucking her in there is all I dream about. It's secretive, but still open enough to be unbelievably thrilling.

My babygirl was more than willing to play the innocent act that she knows I love. But I didn't want that. Not right now. Right now, I just want it to be us, to be real.

So, I fucked Millie against the door while she wrapped herself around me. Millie's moans are being swallowed up by me. F*****g her this way has me realizing that it's always been real with Millie. Even if she plays along with all of our kinks, it's always been real. Right now, fucking her like this, feels just as real, just as good as all the other times. I know that Millie feels it too. She's just as wet as always. Her p***y is squeezing me just like always.

I'm not sure if maybe I was feeling like this isn't as real for her, as it is for me this whole time. Is that what has been bothering me? Did I really think that Millie didn't feel the same way about me? That her love doesn't run as deep as mine? God, I was stupid.

"Atlas.." Millie moaned out right as her o****m hit her.

The way her pussy squeezed me had me cumming right after her. I kept thrusting into her, letting us ride out our orgams. Then I rested my head to hers as we caught our breath.

"Atlas?" Millie said my name so softly, so sweet.

"Yes baby?" I asked.

Millie pushed my head back slightly, so that she can look into my eyes.

"What is wrong?" She asked.

I smiled at her. She didn't ask if something was wrong. My babygirl knows me well. To think I ever questioned her love for me.

"Nothing baby, I feel much better." I told her, and then pressed my lips to hers softly.

"Well, what was wrong then?" Millie asked.

I chuckled as I pulled out of her. I set Millie on her feet. I grabbed a clean towel I had brought in here, and handed it to my girl to clean herself.

"I've just been in my feels lately baby, no need to worry." I said.

Millie looked up at me as she handed me the towel back.

"In your feels about what teddy bear? Us?" She asked with her face scrunched.

I smiled at her, and wrapped my arms around her to pull her close.

"Well, no, maybe, kind of." I said. "I just hate seeing you go through all of this bullshit. I want to kill James for this." I admitted.

"Well, lucky for me, I have four super strong boyfriends to protect me." Millie said with a smile.

"I always feel safe because of you four. Even if I am struggling with being dependent on you all.. I.. I could never do this without you. You make me feel safe, and loved constantly. Even when I'm being a brat, I know I can count on you. And most importantly, you make me happy. I never want to leave you, and I cannot wait until we are all living together." Millie said with wide eyes.

I smiled at mer.

"Me either baby. I'm glad you have us." I told her.

Millie reached up on her tippy toes. She pressed her lips to mine softly. Millie poured so much love into such a short kiss.

"Alright, let's go have lunch. I am starving." She said with a giggle.

This is always all I ever need when I get upset. Just like before when I had doubts. A few minutes of talking with my girl, and everything is right again. I should have known that was all I need. "Okay, let's go get you fed then."