I don't know how long I begged. I think I even got to my knees at some point.

I'm 17! I can stay home alone!

Of course, the answer was always no.

I ran outside in the freezing rain. Yes, rain. How ironic.

My pink-ish plaid shirt and jean shorts were soaked. My shoes and socks squished with every step I took, taking me farther from my house. My terrible, corrupted house.

I expect that my mother, Frank, and my friends are on high alert by now, searching the streets for me.

They've sent out this 'high alert' out before.

The only one I had been involved in was years ago. Mako and I had ran away together, just a few weeks after my dad left. We were 10 and we decided we wanted to get married. We had run because Mako and another boy, Howl had gotten into a fight.

Flashback

"And you, Mako, will promise to never pull Korra's pig-tail's ever again." Bolin dictates.

"I promise." Mako stood, straight as a soldier, as if he was vowing his life.

"And you, Korra, can never call Mako fat, even when he sits on you."

I pout. "I promise." I groan.

"Now you may…" Bolin stopped and leaned over and whispered to Mako. "May what?"

"Kiss her!" Mako beamed.

I raised my eyebrows. "Wha-?"

He cut me off by kissing me. It was short and tiny and probably adorable to our parents, but boy, was I happy.

It was my first kiss.

"Wait!" Howl, our neighbor, called from his backyard.

"What do you want Howl?" Mako growled.

Mako had told me to stay away from Howl. Because, Howl picked his nose and ate them. And Howl had cooties. And Howl still called his mom 'mommy'.

Great reasons, I know.

"He never asked who objected!" Howl conjured his argument.

Bolin's eyes widened. "He's right." Mako growled.

Bolin brought his official voice back, "Does anybody object?"

"ME!" Howl raises both of his hands quickly.

Mako walked over to Howl. "You have no right!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do no-"

"SHUT UP!" I scream. They both turn to look at me. "I don't even like you, Howl! So, you can't object!" It sounded reasonable.

Mako smiled triumphantly at Howl and grabbed my hand. "Let's go on our honeymoon."

"Where?" I said, squeezing his hand like my mom used to do to my dad.

"Um. We could go to the park?"

"Ok, cool! Do you think our parents would let us go without them?" I grinned. Going somewhere without parents? Coolest. Thing. Ever.

"Nuh uh! You'd get in trouble!" Howl pouted.

"He's right, guys." Bolin concluded.

"Bo, you have to cover for us!" Mako pleaded.

"B-but…"

"Please." Mako gave him his puppy dog eyes.

"fine! Just go!"

"I'm telling my mommy!" Howl screeched.

This was completely and utterly outrageous.

"Run!" Mako and Bolin shouted at the same time.

I think it was about an hour until his mom found us. She dragged us into the car to find a sniffling Bolin, who had ratted us out.

Even though we had gotten into a ton of trouble, it was one of the best days of my life.

Not because I had gotten my first kiss. No, it was because I had gotten my first kiss from Mako.

Flashback end

I found myself at the park's entrance. That exact same park. I walked through the tall archway that labeled in fancy writing "Republic City Park"

There were several park benches, spaced out with trees in between. I took the path that went straight through the park, not bothering to take any of the hiking trails or detours.

Suddenly, I heard a snap. My head jerked behind me, to find nothing but darkness.

I shake it off. I'm pretty sure I'm crazy.

But then I heard footsteps. Maybe I being overly attentive, but I heard it.

I break out in to a run, sprinting to the end of the park, or at least for now.

But soon, I'm tripping, stumbling, because I'm crying. When did I start crying?

I felt someone grab my wrist. I screamed out. It didn't hurt, but it was terrifying.

I push back, pushing the person back also and then quickly went forward.

I heard them fall to the ground but that didn't stop me from running.

They grabbed my ankle and this time I fell. "Gosh, Kor, stop freaking running away." Bolin mumbled.

I quickly wiped my tears, Bolin hadn't seen me cry in years.

Well maybe he saw me when I was drunk but that hardly counts. Luckily, Bolin isn't one to notice things easily. He's a little slow, if you know what I mean.

He dragged me to his car and put me in the front seat. Once we neared my house I spoke up. "Your house, please." I croak.

"A-are you c-crying?" He stutters. See? I'm strong for Bolin. He doesn't know about the nights I spend crying over my father. Or Iroh.

"Just, anywhere but my place. Kay?" I whisper, trying to keep the tears from my voice.

He must've nodded because he passed my house and he pulled into his driveway.

We got out and went into his kitchen. I was soaking wet. "Korra. Please, let me get you some clothes or-"

"I'm fine." I mutter.

"Kor…"

"Where is Mako?" I ask, changing the subject.

His eyes avoid my mascara stained ones. "He's still out looking for you."

"And my mom? Frank?" I ask. Bolin shifted uneasily. "What? They're looking for me." He cast his gaze downwards. "…right?" I whisper.

"They…" He stopped, pondering how to word it. "They were!" he reassured me. "…but they had planned a date, so they called Mako and I and-"

"Went on a date instead of looking for their missing daughter." I bite my lower lip so my voice won't crack.

"their?"

Oh so he caught that.

"nevermind."

He groaned. "Whatever. I'm taking a shower right after I call Mako and text your mom." He hopped up the stairs.

I got off the stool and went straight to Mako's room. I grabbed one of his shirts and quickly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my pants. Thank the lord my under garments weren't wet. I got into his soft bed, remembering the first time I had laid here.

His covers was plaid filled with different browns, his sheets were a coffee color, and they were all so so warm.

I turned the lights off and snuggled into the right side, leaving him room on the left.

I started thinking, of that night, the first time we had sex. Supposedly, I thought that was the worst night of my life.

I was so wrong.

Speaking of that night… my per-

Oh god. Oh. My. God.

My eyes snapped open. My period was late. I couldn't be… I mean… I know we took precaution the second time but the first…

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I mean, it could always just be a little late… I haven't had any other symptoms! Impossible!

That's when I heard the door slammed open. I heard Bolin squeal in his shower.

I also heard thumping footsteps as Mako bounded up the stairs. He checked Bolin's room first, thinking I'd be in there.

His footsteps quickened as they were running out of places to find me. I wasn't in the kitchen, living room, or anywhere downstairs. I wasn't with Bolin. So he yanked open his door. I pretended to be asleep. He gasped quickly and almost silently, probably surprised that I was in his bed.

He sighed and walked in. I heard him shed his shirt (I resisted the urge to open my eyes) and pull a new one on. He did the same with his pants. He sat down on the bed next to me and stroked my hair softly. He smoothed it down and sighed once again.

He kissed the top of my head slowly and passionately. "You're an asshole, Korra." He chuckled.

Wooooow. Jerk.

"A beautiful asshole, but that shouldn't count for anything."

That's better.

"You can't just do that. Do you know how scary that was?" He sighed. "Do you know what I said to you a few days ago… "je t'aime plus que le monde, ma belle Korra?"

Like I could forget.

"It means…" He sighed and got closer to my ear, whispering now, "I love you more than the world, my beautiful Korra."

My heart stopped.

He sighed once more and got up, moving to the other side, only to gather me back into his arms. I hear the door creak open. "What the he-" Bolin almost screamed.

"shhh!" Mako shushed loudly. "I got this."

"no. you don't." Bolin said stalking towards me, trying to pick me out of Mako's arms.

I whimpered and clutched Mako's shirt and his arms tightened. "See? She wants me!" He whispered loudly.

Ok, if I was actually asleep, I'd be awake now. These boys need to keep it down.

"She'd hug Iroh right now if he was here for her!" Bolin said.

Lies.

Mako growled. "Back. Off. Before I beat the shit out of you."

Bolin got up and left.

Mako groaned. "How much did you hear?"

I giggled in his chest. "everything."

"everything everthing? Or just… everything."

I sighed. "Does it make a difference that I loved you then too?"

"Yeah." He kissed my nose.

"I mean. We already had our disgusting 'I love you' talk." I wrinkle my nose.

Mako pouts. "disgusting?"

I nodded into his chest. "Yeah, kinda like you."

He pretends to cry into my hair. "B-but… I thought you loved me!"

"Awww. Well, I do, but love isn't always the prettiest thing to look at."

He 'sobs' loudly into my shoulder. "I thought I was sexxxxyyyyy"

"Nope. I'm the sexy one."

"No arguing with that, babe." His demeanor changed. He pounced on top of me.

Pinning my wrists above my head, against his head board, he completely attacked me.

In the best way possible.

He was kissing my neck and nipping at my ear. I moaned as he gathered both of my my still-pinned wrists in one of his hands and used the other one to pull off his shirt. As soon as I saw his strong back, arched over me I struggled. I wanted to touch him. Badly.

He chuckled huskily, "No, no, no. I'm in control this time."

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He was referring to… last time.

Flashback

"Shut up and kiss me"

And he did.

Very well, might I add.

It had been mere minutes… or maybe an hour, I had lost track of time a while back, but it had felt like a short amount of time when he was starting to take control.

Realizing what he was attempting, I quickly turned us so I was straddling him. I dragged my nose up his neck and kissed it every so often.

He moaned and growled at me to keep going, but I immediately stopped. He growled once again, trying to pull me to him but I resisted.

"Speak French to me." I whisper seductively.

He bit his lower lip and squirmed, I know I was driving him crazy.

"You're leading me on! This is no time for that!" He groans, again trying to pull me to him.

"Speak French to me, or I won't touch you." I whisper, cautiously and slowly leaning down back on top of him.

He sighed loudly, almost a growl. "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime.' (translation in AN below :3)

He stopped to gasp and I stopped kissing up his neck.

He quickly resumed "N'oublie jamais ça. Tu es à moi. Pour toujours.'

I slowly descended down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses after me.

His voice quivered and cracked the lower I got. "je t'aime plus que la vie." His voice grew a little stronger. "Hell." He commented to whatever he had said. "tu es ma vie"

And… we continued.

Flashback done

"We-" he cut me off by kissing me. He was enjoying having me 'at his mercy'. He was enjoying my suffering. All because he knew that he was doing it to me. Jerk. "-can't"

I mean, come on, his brother (my best friend) was in the next room!

He stopped. "Rahhhhhhh I hate you."

"You love me." I whisper.

"I know. It's a problem." He grins.

At that moment, I barely noticed his twitching then. Nor did I realize his eyes were bloodshot and tired.

I just fell asleep.

_*_ooohhh chu shtap lookin at mehhh im jus a lien breeekk!_*_

Science class absolutely sucked.

Had my father wised up and realized that his daughter is right in front of him? Nope.

Had my mother changed her mind and let me stay alone? Nope.

I hadn't spoken to my dad, let alone met him as my dad.

I don't want to.

I'm not looking forward to tonight. My mother reluctantly invited my dad over to 'meet' me.

I'm planning for a certain, badboy, super sexy, emoish, badass, boyfriend to show up with me. And we can make our big entrance, showing him that once I enter his home, he'll be entering a world of under-aged drinking, sex, hormones, constant crying, pms-ing, and food.

So much food.

Right now I was in this horrid class.

It was 7 minutes before the bell and I was talking to Bolin, who hated this class just as much as me.

"Sup' my lady?" Iroh said, lightly dragging his finger down my back. Bolin stands, glaring at him. "Woah now, looks like someones got the same temper as their brother." He mutters.

"You know this counts as sexual harassment, right?"

"Now, now, class let's not sexually harass anyone, yes, I'm talking to you Iroh, please take a seat." My father- "Mr.M"- said in an official sounding voice, earning the eruption of laughter form everyone minus me.

It sucks that he would be my favorite teacher if he wasn't my dad.

He gave Iroh, Bolin, and I a pointed look before starting his lesson.

About half way through, a student raised his hand, Tyrone Jacobs.

"Yes, Mr. Jacobs?" My father sighed, Tyrone was known for his in class distractions.

I liked Tyrone, he knew how to waste class time.

"Why are you so tense? Are you nervous?" There was a murmur of agreement, the others had noticed.

My dad shifted uncomfortably.

"OoOoOoOoOoOoOh! You have a hot date?" Tyrone chided.

"Uhhh no. I'm just… seeing a few people I haven't seen in a while." Mr. M looked petrified.

And he was the 'calm, cool, and collected' teacher.

"A lady friend?" I could practically hear his eyebrows wiggle.

"Something like that." My dad smirked, ending the distraction and going back to bio.

I groaned. It was nothing like that.

LINEEINELINELEINE BEREAKRKARKEAKKKK ADHAOHHWOHOHOOOOOOOOO

I moan dramatically, trying to get Mako in the mood, I hadn't yet told him what we were about to crash into.

So at the moment I was trying to get my extremely horny boyfriend to continue kiss me at the red light.

His eyes were wide and he was heaving in the driver's seat as I kissed his neck.

"I swear to god, if you don't stop I'm going to pull over and fuck the living shit out of you."

"Language." I chided.

I pulled away and he moaned.

My phone had buzzed about 100 times, from my mom, yelling at me for being so late for dinner.

There were 4 cars in my driveway- mine, my moms, Franks, and my dad's.

How awkward.

The second we got to my house he pulled me out and picked me up. My legs were wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. We were kissing fiercely.

I jerked my body forward, motioning him into my house.

I think he took that as a thrusting motion because his boner just grew x10.

He pretty much sprinted to my door. He stopped and removed his hand away from my back and pushed me against the double mahogany doors. Kissing me repeatedly, he chuckled and pulled me closer.

I giggled loudly and reached back, opening the door. He held my back tightly again; keeping my chest pressed up against his. Giggling while being me being in the most sexual hold by him, I felt totally at home.

My house is very open-planned, as in, from the foyer you can see the den, kitchen and dining room.

We heard a clatter of forks on glass. Like we cared, he even continued to push me against the wall.

Someone coughed loudly, and Mako's head jerked behind us, just now noticing that someone else was right there behind us.

And there sat my mom twirling her hair like its no big deal, almost nervous. Frank looked bored out of his mind. And my dad looked horrified.

There was another woman.

She was blonde and young, twenties, maybe. Who was staring wide eyed at us.

Mako gently dropped my legs and I grabbed his hand to keep him from leaving.

My mother awkwardly coughed. "Um. Korra, you remember your father."

I narrow my eyes. "Yes."

He had the nerve to give me half a smile. "he-"

"But-" I continued. "-He seems not to remember me." I sneer.

He flinches. "It's just… you've… " He trailed off, looking for the right word.
"…changed so much."

"mhm." I mumble, ready to turn back to Mako but my mother hastily intervenes.

"Well, is Mako staying for dinner, also?" She inquires.

"Also? Mom-"

She cut me off, "You are defiantly staying."

I glared at my mom and she stared at me, astonished. I had never in my life been hostile with my mother.

Well, she leaves me with a cheating, leaver, creepo, shit face than I'll turn into a bad girl.

"I'll just goo-OW-" Mako winced as I stomped on his toe. "I mean, I'll just… stay…" He gave me a mean look, playfully.

My father glared at Mako and Mako gave me a confused look.

"Mr. M." he acknowledged with a growl.

I sat next to my mom and Mako sat next to me, right across from my dad.

"So, Kor… how have you been?" My dad said awkwardly.

"Korra." I corrected.

He raised one eyebrow. "What?"

"Only my friends call me Kor." I narrowed my eyes.

Mako covered his laugh with a cough and leaned over to whisper to me, "Mean streak, I like it."

My dad narrowed his eyes at him once more.

"So, is that your daughter?" The girl whispered to my dad.

He nodded.

Mako and I looked at each other. This girl was like 24. Who was she?

I cleared my throat. "So who's the whore?"

"Korra!" My mother scolded as Mako and Frank laughed.

"What? That's what you called her when he left." I glared at both of them.

My dad winced. "Korra. This is Steph, my… wife."

I thought about ending it here, but im awesome and im giving you like 8 billion word chapters. Yeahup.

Don't get used to it, though.

Mako burst out laughing, as did I. "Oh, god." I gasped, in between breaths. "That's great."

They were all glaring at us, now. "What?"

They continued glaring. "Honestly! She's like, what, 5 years older than me?"

Cue another burst of laughter from us.

"She's 28." My dad corrected.

"gross." I mutter as soon as we calm down.

It was silent for a moment.

"Korra, Your father and I are so happy that you're staying with us." 'Steph' said with a smile.

Mako nearly spit out his drink.

I wasn't planning on breaking it to him this way. "You're moving?!" He says, horrified.

"No!" The girl intervened. "We are." She motioned between my father and her.

Mako softly glared at me giving me the 'we're talking about this later look.

"But… anyway, we are very glad you agreed to stay with us."

I laughed coldly. "Agreed?" My mother kicked my ankle but I continued. "More like forced!"

"Korra." My father warned.

"What? You LEFT! Just so that you could fuck a 28 year old?"

"Korra!"

"Oh wait! That was ten years ago, right? So an 18 year old! Wow! Freely fucking, or watching over your DAUGHTER?!"

"Korr-"

"Good choice, really."

He had nothing to retort with that.

"Well, we're leaving." I say, ignoring my mother's pleading glares.

I grabbed Mako's hand and we got up.

"What are y'all doing?" My dad stood.

"Picking up from where you all so rudely interrupted." I sneer.

My dad paled. "Explain."

"Well basically, we were in the foreplay of sex. Therefore, picking up where we left off would conclude that we're going to have sex."

Frank burst out laughing and my mother shrugged, while the whore clutched my dads arm.

He was livid.

"You will do no such thing, young lady."

I scoffed. "I'm no longer a 'young lady'. Yeah, You missed those years by a long shot, dad." My words dripped with venom.

"And I mean, get used to it, it's kind of the norm."

"Korra!" He yelled. "I will not allow it."

I laughed coldly once again. "Well, bye mom." I suddenly directed my words to my dad. "Mako and I are going to have some hot and steamy sex.

And with that we left.

"Oh damn. That turned me on soooo much." He said, picking me up bridal style as soon as we exited my house.

I simply giggled and kissed him.

Cause' even though my dad's back with another wife, my mom is making the second biggest mistake of her life (you can guess the first), and that the world should be crashing around me.

So he was my rock. I'm completely ok with that.

He can hold me up, he can make me happy.

Because right now, I'm happy, thanks to him. And as long as he was happy, and I was happy, and we were both content, I would be alright.

And at that moment I was sure he would always be mine.

Boy, was I wrong.

Cliffy.

Alrighty, this is what Mako said in the flashback. "I love you, I love you, I love you. Never forget that. You're mine. Forever. I love you more than life…. Hell…. You are my life."

Yeah, yeah, awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwah.