Not having to pick up Roger's sister, we went straight to Roger's house. When we got there, I couldn't help but leap on him. The way he spoke openly to his peers about how he was with me and loved me, overwhelmed me and I just had to kiss him over and over again.

"Wow," he said between kisses. "What got into you?"

"Well," I said when our lips seperated. "I just love you so much. I'm so happy." And it was true. I was. I was stunned and couldn't believe he did that for me and it wowed me.

"Yeah, I have that effect on people," he said with a giant grin.

"Psh. You better not!" And the two of us laughed.

I just felt so safe and secure with him. We spent the whole day kissing and hugging and cuddling. There was nothing I wanted to do more. I found myself falling asleep on his chest with only boxers on, more comfertable than I had ever been before. I didn't want to leave that spot. But morning had to come.

I awake to a loud banging on Roger's bed room door. I flung myself off of him for fear of who it was, a threw my pants and a shirt on. Thankfully I was fully dressed when a woman in a silk robe opened Roger's door.

"Get your ass up, boy," she said, her voice raspy.

Roger sat up from his bed. "What do you want?" he asked annoyed.

"Get your clothes on. You're coming down stairs to me my boyfriend," she ordered him.

"I met your boyfriend," he groaned.

The woman pulled a cigarette from her pocket and lit it, begining to smoke. Through her puffs she replied,"If you're talkin' 'bout David, we aint going out anymore." She raised her voice. "So get your ass up and put some damn clothes on. I'm not gonna ask you again."

"They're all the same," Roger said before laying back down and putting his face in his pillow.

"Roger," she screamed. "I swear if you don't get you fucking ass up right now I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what?!" He screamed louder sitting back up.

She shook her head with a stern look. "Baby's downstairs and she's hungry, so get your clothes on and get down there." Then she turned around and walked out the door.

Roger sighed and stood up. Looking around the room, he found his pants and t-shirt and put them on. Then he looked in the mirror that was on his wall and brushed his hair with his fingers. "You look fine," I said, knowing it was unnessicary to be fixing himself up. I expected to hear some comment like "Don't I always?" or "As usual", but nothing came. He just nodded at little and kept looking into the mirror. I knew something was wrong.

I walked up beside him and grabbed his hand. After pulling him around and planting a kiss on his mouth I starred into his eyes. "Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"I'm fine..." he replied and then turned around facing the mirror again. I knew it was a lie. Once again I pulled him twards me, cupping his face in my hand, and gently kissed his lips. "Don't lie to me," I said.

Then I felt Roger wrapp his arms around my waist, as he pulled me closer, our bodies touching. "I'm sorry. She puts me in a bad mood. She's such a bitch. But what can I do? She's my mother."

"I know what you can do," I replied still staring into his captivating eyes. "You can kiss me. I bet that'll make you feel better." I smiled. And with that he softly kissed my lips while holding me tight.

At that moment the door flung open and I threw myself off of Roger. "Oh, that's what I thought," his mom said lighting up another cigarette, staring in at us. "Don't be doing any of that gay shit downstairs, okay?"

Roger gave her the finger and she rolled her eyes, once again, walking out of his room. It was amazing how they acted. My mother never once swore at me and ordered me around like that, and I never once even thought of flipping my mom off.

"I feel like pissing my mom off," Roger said grabbing my hand tightly. Still, hand in hand, we walked down the steps to the first floor. Sitting at the table was baby at one end, and at the other a tall man. He was also smoking. His arms were filled tattoos of naked women and made up of leather and denim with big black boots at his feet.

"This is Scott," Roger's mom said pointing to her boyfriend. When she noticed Roger and I holding hands, immediatley I tried to let go, but Roger just held my hand tighter. The man looked at us two up and down making a face like he had just eaten a rotten egg. "This is Roger," she said pointing to him. "And that's...I don't know. Some boy that's obviously sleeping with my son." Once again I tred my best to pull my hand away from Roger's, but his grip was tighter than ever. "Oh, and by the way. I want you to end whatever is going on between you too. This is gonna be a one time thing okay?"

At that moment Roger's grip on my hand became so I tight, I thought my hand was going to snap in too. But I guess it was better him squeezing my hand, than squeezing his mother's neck. I could tell he was trying to hold back his anger. "You can't tell me who to be with or what to do!" he burst out.

"You should teach your son some manners," Scott groaned facing Roger's mother.

Roger's grip became tight again, but this time, I pulled him into the living room and sat him at the couch. "Roger, it's okay. Calm down. I'm here." Slowly his grip loosened up and I could feel his tension flowing away.

There was a clear of the kitchen from the living room and both me and Roger stared in. "You want one?" Scott asked looking at Baby motioning to his cigarette. She shook her head. And, for the hundreth time, Roger squeezed my hand. "It's okay, Baby," Roger's mother said. "It's not bad." The two people laughed, the ones who were suposed to be adults. "Here just take a puff," Scott said and he put the cigarette inches from her face. Once again, she shook her head no. "She's scared," Scott laughed turning to Roger's mom. "Now I know why you call her Baby." Being the sensative little girl she was, tears poured down her face.

Roger sprung from the couch and pulled me along with him into the kitchen. "What the fuck are you doing? She's a little girl!" He yelled into the man's face.

"Maggie, you better get your son under control 'cause if he don't get out of my face Ima have to get him out of my face," the man said facing Roger's mom.

"What are you gonna do?" Roger asked still in his face.

Scott stood up. He was much taller than Roger, but I could tell, Roger wasn't intimadated. "You want me to do something boy?" he asked looking down at Roger. Roger's mom just sat there watching, her expression unreadable, while Baby sat in the chair still crying.

"Do something!" Roger screamed into his face. Scott pushed Roger's shoulders with his finger tips making him step back. Roger let go of my hand. "Baby, go show Mark your dolls," he said looking at her face.

"Roger..." she cried.

"Now!" he screamed. Immediatley she stood up and pulled my hand up the stairs. When we reached them, I told her to head up and I'd be up in a second. I didn't want to miss this. I couldn't be up stairs while something happened to Roger.

I stared from the bottom step looking at the two. Roger took his right hand and slammed it into the mans left cheek pushing him over and making him almost fall. "Don't touch me!" he screamed.

Then the man took his fist and threw it into Roger's face. "Roger!" I couldn't help but scream as he hit the floor. With out thinking I rushed over to his side, but quickly he stood up like I wasn't even there. After trying to unsucessfully block another one of Roger's punches, Scott fell to the ground. This time Roger wouldn't let him get up. He kpet kicking him and kicking him while his mother screamed in the kitchen for him to stop. I realized, if he kept kicking him like this, he was going to kill him. "Roger!" I screamed. "Stop!" But he just kept doing it.

Quickly, I rushed over to him pulling him away with my arms wrapped around his body. "Roger, calm down."

The man groaned on the floor. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated over and over. "It's okay," I said. That's all I could think of saying. I had never been in a situation like that before. I mean, what could I do?

I felt Roger's body tremble in my arms as tears flowed down his face. "It's okay. We have to go." Maybe being out of this house for a while make him feel better.

"You're right. You're right," he said and stood up. He looked into the kitchen at his mother with an amazed look on her face. "I'm leaving...," he said. "And I'm not coming back. I can't live like this anymore. I can't live with you. I'm taking Baby too."

"You can't do that!" she screamed. "You're my son."

"Not anymore!!!" he yelled back at her, then turned to walk up stairs to get his sister.

She shook her head. "You're just like your father!!"

Roger turned back and looked at her. "Fuck you! I'm nothing like that bastard!" Then once again he turned and this time ran up the stairs, with me following behind. We walked into Baby's room and noticed her stuffing her dolls and clothes into a bad. "Are we leaving again?" she asked.

"Yes, and this time for good. We're not going to live like this anymore. I want something better. I want something better for you." And with that Roger went into his room and grabbed clothes. After a few minutes the three of us were rushing out the door. "Go into the truck, I have to talk to Mark," Roger said facing Baby. She nodded and did what he said.

Then Mark grabbed my hand and we sat on the steps to his house. After pulling me into him for a hug, he broke down. "I'm sorry Mark. I'm soo sorry you had to go through that."

"Roger, it's not your fault. That guy was a jerk." I tried to make him feel better. It really wasn't his fault. He needed to know that.

"Mark?" he asked looking into my eyes. I hated seeing him this way, with tears flowing down his face and an eye begining to blacken. "Can we stay at your house for a little bit. It's just we have no where to go and-"

"Shh," I said putting a hand over his mouth. "Don't worry about it." Then I kissed his cheek. "I love you. I'll cover you."

Okay, idk if i liek this chapter yet cuz im tired and i just wanted to finish it tonight so it may be a possible rewrite, but idk for sure. and idk whats up with the song lyrics latley but w/e... i guess im not creative enough to come up with stuff myself, lol. oh and i didn't proof read it. sorry for the mistakes

but tell me if you like it er if it should be a rewrite.

thankies all

rachel