101 Prompts Challenge
Welcome to Chapter 2! My OTP here this time!
Don't go
Ship: Bade - Beck and Jade
He unwrapped himself from the purple silk, clambering out of the bed with a still foggy mind. The cool air hit his warm, relaxed skin like daggers, sending shivers up his spine as his bare feet reached the floor so he could stand up. He looked over at her still fast asleep form, the midnight hair spread out like an ocean on the matching silk pillow.
He glanced over at the clock, he'd slept longer than usual, it was two thirty and he usually left by no later than one, but tonight the feeling of being wrapped up in her presence with her lukewarm bare skin pressed against him was much to alluring to leave.
He felt guilty, for his own pleasure he could have gotten both Jade and himself killed. Her father would not respond well to finding his daughter and her lover naked in her bed especially not coming home with more alcohol than water in his body.
He'd heard the stories about what he did; he'd seen the bruises and the scars on her porcelain skin which is why he left every night, even though he knew it hurt her to wake up alone. It was why he forced himself out of her two-storey window and down the old tree in her back garden when he was still half asleep. It was why on his tanned chest there was a scratch going from his collar bone to his waist, one of his memories from the night she ripped his shirt so it was as far from wearable as possible.
He slipped into his cool jeans, shivering at the almost damp like feeling on his skin. He shoved his boxers in his pocket and grabbed his shirt, putting it over his shoulder as he slipped his shoes on his feet, standing by her window and calculating the quietest way to open it.
Lifting it slowly up, he looked over his shoulder to her still sleeping frame. It pained him to leave her, but it pained him even more to see her hurt. Especially at the hands of her drunkard father.
Turning his attention back to the window he slipped his leg through, straining to reach the branch that sat what seemed like a mile away. As his boot fell onto the branch he pushed more of his weight out of the window.
"Don't go," came a tiny voice from behind him. A voice so heavy with sleep, so sultry, so vulnerable and enticing; the voice he loved.
His foot slipped as the voice broke through his mind and he quickly turned to face her. The ghost figure sitting up in the bed with the dark, colourless sheet lifted around her body.
"You know I have to," he replied, swinging his legs back over so his back was to the window.
"Don't go," she repeated her voice stronger than the previous time.
"Jade," he began, wincing at the night air on his back, chilling him to the bone.
She opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by the sound of the door being unlocked before being slammed shut.
Her father was home.
"Don't go," she pleaded.
