CHAPTER 11

Alan and I wandered the Boardwalk until we both knew it was time to go back. I thought that the boys would have left without us, but Alan assured me that they hadn't.

And they hadn't.

They stood, in their usual circle, but only Paul, Dwayne, and Marko were talking. David was glaring at the ground. I sent Alan a worried look but he gave me a reassuring smile, pushing me to walk in front of him. When I was a couple feet away, David's eyes snapped up and I inhaled sharply but didn't dare look away. He seemed beyond furious but stood, jerking his head for me to come over. I looked over to Alan once more but found he'd abandoned me to be with Marko.

Traitor.

"Hey," I murmured, stepping closer but he barely acknowledged me.

"Get on," his voice was rough and for the second time that night, tears framed my vision but I didn't move.

He looked up but didn't move either.

Just staring at me, a look void of emotion directed at me as I tried my hardest not to cry. It seemed the conversation next to us had stopped and they were watching us, which only fueled my desire to push down my waterworks.

"Get on," he bit out evenly and I almost hiccupped, but finally did as I was told. His engine roared as he gunned it away from his pack. Tears broke my wall and I found breath a little harder to inhale, but amazingly stayed as calm as I could until we got back. He dismounted, not turning to help me; he almost kicked me when put down the kickstand, not even bothering to wait for me. Clumsily, I followed him, until I was finally in the cave. I found him leaning into the fridge, rummaging through it and I watched him, pathetically.

It was clear he had nothing to say to me.

Sniffing, I turned to the bed, crawling under the covers and balling up in the middle. I found myself kind of hoping I'd suffocate, actually, but the duvet was promptly ripped off and I balled up tighter.

"Move," he growled but I didn't. "Keyna, move over."

"Why," I grumbled, covering my face with my arms. "Why don't you just sleep with Marko and the others? I'm sure you'd be happier there."

"Fine," he replied stiffly and I heard his feet pad away.

That did it.

A sob escaped my lips before I could do anything to stop it.

He hated me.

"Keyna, would you shut up," he said quietly and I jumped, peaking through my arms to find him kneeling in front of me. "I don't hate you."

"You could've fooled me," I sniffed, closing my arms tightly to hide my sight once more.

"Would you stop it," he barked, making me jump and I looked at him. He was standing now, thoroughly annoyed. "You're the one who left, Keyna. You're the one who told me to leave. You stormed off; you always do."

"So it's my fault?" I murmured, but he gave me a frustrated glare. "Well what're you trying to say? You're all but throwing the blame at me, David."

"I don't hate you," he repeated, his fists balled.

"Then why're you so angry?" I asked incredulously.

"Because I couldn't fucking help you," he roared; then turned, leaning against the dresser in front of me, only a few feet away. His head fell forward and I heard him inhaling slowly. Standing, I moved behind him, resting my hand on his back, half expecting him to whirl around and smack me, but he didn't move. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging his back and it seemed like he was going to fall. He was holding himself up with the dresser, which scared me.

"David," I mumbled, ducking under his arm so I was in front of him but he didn't look up; his eyes were closed. Pushing his chin up, I brushed my lips against his lower one. A short puff of air passed his lips and his eyes opened but he seemed tired. Sliding up to my toes, I covered his mouth with mine and felt him smile weakly.

"I couldn't do anything," he muttered helplessly and I knew he hated it. He hated showing me this; being like this in general.

"I'm sorry," I told him softly but he shook his head.

"It wasn't your fault," he stated, pushing himself off the dresser. He seemed steady but he moved to the bed, sitting with his head in his hands. I knelt in front of him, my hands covering his. "You were in shock."

"I think I remember someone saying that," I nodded and he looked at me.

"What d'you remember?" he questioned gently and I sat back on my feet, my gaze to the side.

"I got into a fight with Alan," I started but shook my head, my eyes reconnecting with his. "Alan was mad at me. I'd found something, bruises, and I asked him where they came from but he wouldn't tell me. He kind of snapped, defense mechanism, ya know?" I paused and he nodded. "It just kind of made me think. I got upset, I think, and went outside to get some air; calm down. But it got worse. I think that was the worst panic attack I've had. I felt numb. Like I wasn't even here."

"What d'you mean?" he inquired, his thumb brushing over my cheek. He needed this; God knows why, but he did. I bit my lip, trying to remember.

"I was, having flashbacks," I murmured, the door filling my mind. "When we came back in, I think, I got really cold. It hurt; like there was ice in my bloodstream."

"You screamed," he put in and I leant forward, kissing him gently.

"I asked for you, too," I reminded him, my nose tickled by his. "You were right there. Right there when I asked."

"I always will be," he promised quietly and I smiled as he leant closer, his own kiss hard but welcomed all the same.

"I've kind of realized something," I told him hesitantly and he nodded, urging me to continue, but I broke our stare. "I don't know if I'm ready to admit it."

"It's fine," the corner of his mouth curled up lightly as he pressed his lips against my forehead. "C'mon." He pulled me up into bed, wrapping his arm around me tightly. "I love you, Keyna."

"I know," I smiled, lacing my fingers between his before I inhaled, adding: "I love you too."

"Really now," his lips brushed against my neck and I squeezed his hand, nodding.

"Way too much," I muttered and he chuckled, his nose grazing my neck gently. "I'm really sorry, David."

"For what?" He looked down at me, confusion marking his features and I couldn't help it when the corners of my mouth curled slightly.

"For, I don't know," I murmured lamely, shaking my head as I looked to the side but he caught my chin.

"Then there's nothing to be sorry about," he stated and I laughed softly, pecking at his lips. He chuckled, leaning down to do the same but, as opposed to me, he stayed. His tongue glided along my lip and there was nothing in me that could refuse. We kept at this, but soon, it grew deeper.

More passionate, I guess.

His hand rested on my hip but I reached down, for his shirt; tugging it over his head. A smirk tugged at his lips as his fingers scratched my side, sliding up my shirt to take it off as well. I shivered against his bare chest, looking up at him, but he didn't move. Tilting my head, I tugged his hair lightly, and it seemed to snap him out of whatever daze he'd disappeared into. He leant down and took over my mouth once more. I gasped when his hand stopped on the top of my jeans, his hips rocked against mine as his fingers danced against my bare skin.

"Fuck," he whispered, and I almost thought it was me but realized my mouth hadn't moved. He had his back arched and his vision was directed at the ceiling of the bed. When he looked back down at me, his face had changed. Golden orbs gazed down at me, sharp canines visible in his partially open mouth. I was scared but couldn't tear my eyes from his; captivated by his bizarre beauty. The corners of his mouth curled slightly as he leant a little closer and I felt my breath hitch once more.

"Do you love me, Keyna?"

I nodded, my hands shaking quietly but his smile merely widened and he closed the gap once more. His teeth tugged my lips gently and I felt a small pinch but merely pulled him closer, biting him back when he let go. His simper against my lips was obvious but at this point I didn't care. Before I knew it, my pants were gone, his too, and he was kissing my neck.

"I love you," he murmured, his lips trailing to mine once more but hovered for a second. When he kissed me again, I felt and tasted something strange. It was salty; almost metallic, but when I pulled away to tell him, he merely pushed against me harder. The liquid dripped into my mouth and I found myself lapping it up with my tongue, pulling him as close as I could in the process. When I finally came back for air, I found him between my legs and let out a nervous breath, smiling, but he kissed my forehead, back to normal.

I loved him.

I trusted him.

It would be fine.

A/N: If the scene confuses you, I promise, you'll understand in the next chapter =D Aren't you glad they made up? I am =). Reviews are Love! =) (two more chapters!)