I can't help myself. I have to post another chapter.

I want to draw it out till I get more reviews; I want my followers to wait for awhile; I want to give them time to read and review. But no, here I am, writing another chapter, and what's the point of writing it and not uploading?

I lean against Jade in the darkness. It's cold, and I can't really see much, but I know I'm with her. I feel like the happiest girl in the world right now, whether I'm homeless or not.

This is all my fault. My face aches from crying; I've cried all a girl can in a day. Jade did too, and she held me as we both sobbed. I at least have Jade's lips to kiss and her hand to hold; I may not have a house, but I have that. Why are my parents so traditional?

I feel like they can't accept change. They are perfectly happy with an old-timey, suit-and-tie yes-and-no-ma'am household. The last thing I expected them to do is kick me out, but now here I am, behind an old gas station where Jade tells me she used to sleep before she came to my house.

"Jade, I can't sleep," I whine, pressing up against her warm body. She jolts awake, and I realize I've woken her.

"Do you want me to sing?"

"Yeah," I admit. Jade's voice is amazing; I can sing, but I consider us equal. She begins to sing a song I don't know, and I'm not really paying attention to what the lyrics say, but the sweet sound of her voice is enough. In the middle of the song I muffle her voice by turning to kiss her, and she responds by kissing me back.

I feel my heart beat, and I slip my tongue in between her lips. she responds by opening her teeth wider as my tongue glides into her mouth, slipping over her teeth and up against the sides of her mouth. I feel our warm mouths together, and somehow this is everything I've ever wanted but at the same time it's cost me so much...

I feel in control of Jade when I'm kissing her. I guess all I had to do to to take control of Jade was to kiss her; that's the way to her heart. She respects me when I'm kissing her, and I can feel that she's letting me take control with my tongue...

"Cat," Jade whimpers as she pulls away. "Stop."

I want more so bad, but I know that when Jade says stop she means it. I back away and catch my breath, panting. "Will you hold me?" I ask, breathless, and Jade obliges, wrapping her arms around me and securing me in the night.

It's not long before I fall asleep.

I'm jolted awake by the sound of yelling. I thrust away from Jade, squinting up into the face of an older man. His face is creased with anger, but he's smiling an evil grin. His teeth look yellowed.

"So this is where you've been slipping off to all this time?" he laughs. "Your little girlfriend?" Jade is yanked to her feet by this man, and for the first time she looks really, truly scared.

He spits in her face, then shoves her backwards. She stumbles, wiping the saliva off her cheeks. "I always knew you were a lesbian," he laughs. "There was something disgusting about you that I couldn't quite put a finger on."

Jade doesn't say anything, she just stands, looking ashamed.

"Now I can." Before I can even think, he lunges at me.

Jade jumps in front of me, and instead of grabbing my face, he grabs her hair. "DON'T TOUCH HER." she growls. I try to get out of the way while I can, but Jade grips my hand. I feel as if she needs me; instead of to manipulate, this time for safety. I stay.

I only hear a crack, and I realize that the man has slugged Jade across the face. "I tell you what to do, lesbian," he shouts at her. "You DON'T leave without my permission." He slaps her across the face twice. "Those two are for your lesbian girlfriend, who's too much of a coward to take them." He's right. He slugs her again. "You are NOT to leave the house."

"Go home, Dad," Jade says smartly. "You're drunk." I can't see her face from where I'm standing, but I can see blood running onto the ground.

Oh, my God, is that her Dad? I shiver at the thought. My Dad could get like that if he was very, very mad, but he would never hit me. He might throw things at me and yell, but he would never actually hurt me. Oh, my God. Poor Jade-y.

"You can't tell me what to do," he yells at her. "You're coming home with me." Jade starts to get dragged by him, but he suddenly gets distracted, and Jade turns to me and grabs my wrist.

She has blood running all down her face from her nose, which looks black and blue. "Let's go," she whispers. "Come on, Cat." She grabs my wrist and we start to run.

It's about noon on Saturday, and I know where we're headed by now. Jade hasn't told me, but I know this way.

LA is not a good place for two pretty teenage girls to be alone, but by now we've taken almost all we can get. She guides me defiantly, each step certain, and she only stops to gingerly press her bloody nose and cry out in pain.

I apologize for the millionth time. "It's not your fault, baby," Jade says, turning to me, and I want to kiss her so bad but I hate the taste of blood. It's like licking a penny. My brother licked a penny once; then he swallowed it and they had to get it out with a crane.

Jade steps up to Tori's door and gives a feeble knock. She then rests her head on the bricks like she can't muster up enough energy to look up.

Tori answers, and I feel so relieved to see her kind, forgiving face. "Oh, my God," Tori nearly shouts upon seeing Jade's face. "Come in. Oh, my- Oh, my God. What happened?"

Jade starts to cry before she even explains. It makes me so sad seeing Jade cry, but I'm all tired out and I can't make any more tears. I grip her hand and squeeze it lovingly. "My Mom kicked me out," I tell Tori. "So Jade and I were sleeping behind a gas station when her Dad came and hurt her."

"Never do that again," Tori says firmly. "NEVER sleep behind a gas station. Not in LA, ladies. This door is always open, and I always love you both." She tries to group hug us, but Jade pulls away, clutching her nose in pain, like the time I punched Tori in the face and broke HER nose. That was over a boy, and besides, she told me to, so I'm not even sure what the big deal about that was.

"Here, let's get you two cleaned up."

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