Te Amo?

Chapter 7

The alarm sounded and Cesca got up with a groan, something was different, the need to see him wasn't there, the need for him to be with her was gone, it was replaced by a sickly feeling, tugging at her stomach, and at her heart. Her heart ached; it hurt unlike anything she had ever experienced.

She understood it though, she knew what it was telling her. The will see him had been replaced with a will not to. A feeling she was sure to feel at one point. One that expressed the unavoidable feelings she had for him and how she couldn't just let him go, slip through her fingers. If she carried on seeing him the aching of her heart would grow stronger but if she didn't she would be lumped with a deep feeling of regret, a feeling she didn't wish to overcome her body.

Muscular arms wrapped themselves around her tiny waist as she watched out of the window, she spun round to see Jonah there, "How did you get in, you just gave me a heart attack...?" Cesca asked, raising her eyebrow in interest. "Your mum let me in…" Jonah mumbled before planting a loving kiss on Cesca's lips, wrapping his arms around her again "Come to bed?" Cesca asked. Jonah's eyes widened. "No no nooo! I mean, come to bed, not that, just lay with me, hold me." Jonah nodded, "Of course babe…" he said, leading her towards the bed. She slipped beneath the sheets, as did he. Cesca's arm wrapped around him, the other on his shoulder as she kissed him deeply. "What's that for?" Jonah asked happily. "For you…" Cesca replied, repeating her action over and over again.

Their bodies relaxed against one another as they drifted to sleep holding one another, but the peace was interrupted as the second alarm went off. Cesca groaned and dropped the alarm to the floor, consequently stopping the noise. She relaxed deeper into Jonah's embrace as his hands soothed her body, working their way through her ebony locks and drifting down her back, holding her to him with no willpower showing signs of release. Cesca looked up at him tentatively as she attempted to resist temptation. Her eyes watched in wonder, deep in to his, deeper than she had ever looked before their eyes shut in unison as their hearts beated faster, so fast each could feel the other beating beside one another. An unknown sense of unease filled the air and they drew back from each other and on an undecided agreement he left. She continued lying there, questioning what had just happened.

It wasn't like they had felt the need to do it. It was so much more than that. Cesca jumped out of the bed quickly, needing to be back in his embrace. She hastily threw on the clothes from the day before and began her search for Jonah. She checked all of the places they had been together yet he was in none of them. She thought about the places he liked to be or taken an interest too previously, it was then that she remembered. The hiding places in the woods; she remembered the expression on his face. She began to walk in the direction of the woods, the frozen early morning air hitting her face. She made her way through the trees, looking for him in every possible place; she stopped instantly, hearing something beside her, feeling the stale alcohol breath on her neck. Something had a tight grip on her shoulder and she screamed, she screamed the loudest fearing for the worst almost as the man tightened his grip. She sound of a woman's scream pierced Jonah's ears, it wasn't just any woman though, it was Cesca he was sure of it. He desperately searched for her, hearing her scream again. He followed the screams and watched in horror as the man wrestled Cesca's restless frame to the ground, he continued running not stopping for a second. He grabbed the mans throat pulling him up from the ground, making sure that his grip was tight as he rose his fist, swiping the man around the face, sending him crashing to the ground, his instinct and the need to protect Cesca took over as his legs became someone else's kicking the man, hearing him groan. Cesca jumped up from the ground, still shaking in shock began to wrestle Jonah off of the man.

"Jonah, please, stop." She shouted at him, but his concentration was preoccupied, the mans actions replaying in his head as he continued to kick him. Cesca was scared, her body shook violently as she began to walk backwards breaking into a run soon after. She didn't want Jonah to react like that; it looked like he was trying to kill him. She needed him to hold her, make her feel safe again. She continued to run, through the front door of her home, up the stairs and collapsed on the bed, sobs escaping between breaths.

Jonah had long realized that Cesca had gone and left the man on the ground and began to search for her, figuring that she would have gone home. Forgetting to knock Jonah ran through Cesca's house up the stairs and into her room finding her still on the bed, her shoulders shaking occasionally. He went to her taking her into his arms, rocking her gently as her head buried deep into his chest. She gained a sense of security from his presence, she felt safe, she felt loved.