Previously on Love You Forever : " Paul. I found her!" Elizabeth could just make out a female voice, sounding a little like Leah. The thing that went through Elizabeth's head was 'Why would she call Paul to?' She had a reassuring voice, as if she was reassuring him that she was fine. _
She felt herself being swept into a familiar warm embrace.
Paul kept asking her if she was okay, though she just stared at him. Confusion written all over her vibrant face.
What happened to Liz? That's what was running through Leah's head.
"I'm taking her to my place" Was Paul's voice.
Finally, she was in the arm's of the man she knows she loves. Paul Walker.
She found herself drifting to sleep within his arm's. She felt wanted and also loved.
The last thing she found herself looking at was his warm chocolate brown eye's. Worry and anger throughout hid features.
He shouldn't be angry... He should be smiling, her angel should most certainly be smiling.
That's what he was.. Her angel. Her protector. Her carer. And most importantly.. Her lover..
Please, please tell me this was all just dream, tell me that she isn't really dead and that I didn't actually see her body like it was battered and bruised. The thing that hurt me the most.. Deeply was the fact that.. I honestly.. I didn't care that she was dead in that room. A lifeless corpse, paleing of all her colour.
Who done this to her? Why had they done this to her? I just couldn't bring myself to have an ounce of sympathy for her. The only thing is.. Who do I live with? I'm sure Uncle Billy won't want me living with him. A teenage girl whom he has to buy 'girlie products' for. I mean come on. My father doesn't want me either, he wouldn't of left me. He would've stayed with me, he would of taken me with him. He would of stayed with me and let me cry in his arm's. The only thing I ever wanted in life was to have a family who cared about me, loved me. A real mother and father. I guess what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? Over the years all it did was make me stronger, made me more independent. I had to cook for myself, clothe myself, by myself stuff. I even had to by my own pads and tampons and my first bra. I didn't know what to do. I had to learn. Inside I made a promise that this would never happen with I and Pau-.. Was I about to say Paul? Oh god I was. Am I considering to have kids' with him, the boy that I seem to be falling over and over in love with him with each moment that seems to pass by discreetly. Maybe this was always suppose to happen, maybe all in all this was suppose to be a lesson that I just had to learn to make things in my life better. I am only frickin 17 years' old! A girl who had to grow up to quickly. I had to learn how do everything, I never had any friends.. They were more aquantances then friends'. I liked to think of them as friends' but deep down I knew they weren't my friends. The only way I like to 'escape' was through books, hense the glasses part. I guess that is how I became smart. Reading, book after book. I never really spent the money mom threw my way, always did what "Smart People" do and saved it in a bank. I can't believe she thought it made it better, throwing money in my face. Now I sound like a brat who got what she wants when she wants. But no, there is one thing I wanted more than anything, and thats a family. I never got that, I had no on to love me, to hold me throughout bad times. For me to just cry and not have to say anything.
At this exact moment it seemed Paul was that type of guy. Right now I was crying into his chest, the image and the moments all replaying in my head, over and over again. Like it was taunting me, forcing me to just yell at the top of my lungs how much I despise my mother and how much I didn't care.. Was I suppose to care at all? I mean I never really loved her. She showed me how little she cared of me. I was just an inconvience to here, a mutant rat that she was disadvantaged with. Why didn't she just give me up for adoption, I might of got a better life at least. A kid with unloving family, who practically wishes she was dead... I am surprised I actually turned out like I am. I turned out to be independent, I've been looking after myself since I turned 12.
"Liz" Said Paul tenderly as he rubbed my back in soothing circles that seemed to make me tingle with the delight that he was here with me. That I was here in his arm's. Where I belonged and happily would stay until the end of time. Till the end of my person. "Liz, please.. What happened?" I looked up, he had a sort of pain in his eye's like he hated seeing me like this, hated seeing me shed these tears that now seemed to be steaming down my face like a withering river in the cold time of winter.
"I.." I sniffed, trying to say this through the sobs that were erupting from the very pit of my stomach. "Shes." I paused, trying to find away to say this without picturing the visual image in my head. The only way I could stop myself from picturing this monstrous image in my head is looking at Paul. But I'm all red and blochy from all the crying. I looked up, looking into his chocolate brown eye's that instantly took the picture away from my brain, the picture that I thought had etched itself into my head vanished and this god-like bo- man was there in my head looking as gorguess as ever, looking worried and pouting unvoluntarily at me. His eye's seemed to hold uncertainty and worry for me, he was worried for me. That's a first for me. Ever.
He nodded for me to continue, it was more encouraging than a demand. "She's.. She.. She is dead." I sobbed, my head going on his chest once again. His very defined chest. -:D-
He sighed, rubbing my back. "Who died Elizabeth?" I felt his head nustle my neck, his nose laying lightly on my neck, like a brush of silk. His nose skimmed my face, planting kisses across my cheek. How could he have such an effect on me?
"She died.. My supposed 'mother'. I.." I had finally calmed down enough to tell him all that without pausing to sniffle or a sob to come out of my mouth that seemed as if it was going to stay a permanant frown that it was showing now.
I felt his lips stop on my cheek, and he leant back seeing my face, my face that right now was red and blotchy from all the crying that seemed to be spiralling down my face in great streams of tears. His face was turned into a look of sympathy.
"I'm sorry she had to die" His hand slowly cupped my cheek, making it scorch with the great sensation it spreaded from head to toe.
I shooky my head at him, my angel should have nothing to be sorry for, it wasn't his fault my mother is a bitch and had to die. "Don't be. It wasn't your fault.." I said looking down. "Can I tell you something without you judging me?" I sniffed, knowing he was going to think I was a freak or an ungreatful bitch who really didn't 'deserve' my mother. Pfft, more like she didn't derserve me. As much of 'an up myself' comment that sounds to be. It is true, she didn't deserve anyone.
"Liz, I could never judge you. I promise you." He said once again kissing my cheek.
"I.. I'm kind of glad that she died.. Well I didn't feel a thing, It felt like it was just an ant dieing, you couldn't care enough. I mean it's just an ant. That's how I felt, like she meant nothing to me. She didn't."
"Liz, I don't think any different of you." I looked up, seeing his eye's hold every ounce of sincerity and knowing.
His house was silent, if it were just me it would seem eerie, but with me and him here I felt safe like nothing in this world could tear us apart.
My eye's started feeling heavy with sleep. Just like that, was that even possible? To just be tired when you were wide awake just seconds ago? I guess it is.
"Paul" I said, finding myself saying this. It's like I couldn't control what came out of my mouth. He moved his eye's down to where I layed on his very hot body. "Could you sleep with me tonight? I don't want to be alone. Please?" I said in a pleading tone. I honestly don't think I could sleep by myself, what if I get nightmares? I won't be able to stand it, I won't be able to face it alone. What if my 'mothers' murderers try and come after me? Than what?
Without another word Paul had me in his arm's bridal style, walking slowly up the stairs as if not to frighten me.
We entered a light blue room, a large king size bed in the middle as if suited for the length of Paul. The bed post were black, the comforter black with random splashes or pink, blue, yellow, green, red, brown. The room big and filled with furniture.
I honestly didn't realise that Paul had put me down on his bed. He went down to the end of the room were stood a chest of wooden drawers.
"Here, that seems a little uncomfortable to sleep in" He said, smiling faintly at me. In his right hand he held big black shirt, slowly he came toward me, passing the shirt to me. "I'll wait out here while you put it on, okay?"
He didn't even wait for me to nod, he just walked slowly toward the door, only to look back at me before he shut the door closed behind him.
I smiled faintly, he is everything I want and everything I will ever need. He is all I want to see in the mornings when I first wake up. He is the only face I want to see whenever I wake up. He is the last face I will want to see of a night. The last lips I will kiss. I want him to be my first and last everything.
That's all I could think about as I unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the ground at the foot of Paul's bed. The next thing to come off was my pink polka dotted bra that I remember getting from Macys only 3 months earlier.
I put Paul's black shirt on which flowed to my mid thigh.
"Paul" I called, wanting him to come back to me right now, wanting him to be in my arm's I me being in his arm's. I was feeling unusually cold right now, it was like Paul was my space heater.
As I called Paul's name the doorhandle turned to find him there looking more god-like than any other person you could imagine to be true.
He looked better looking than any underwear model. But that's the thing.. I couldn't care if he was ugly, I would still love him.
"My shirt suits you.I like the way it looks on you" He said, a smiling playing among his lips. Also a pink blushing tinting his cheeks.
"I like the way your blush suits you" I said smiling tiredly, standing next to him. I came just below his shoulders' standing at an over average 6'2. Okay, yeah yeah. I lied when I said I was normal sized. I wasn't.
"We should go to sleep. Are you ready?" He asked, his eye's trailing down my legs. He is lucky his name is Paul and not some random guy.
"Yeah" Than I watched as he lifted his shirt up over his head, fully exposing his chest that you could tell even with a shirt it was well built.
Okay so now I am oggling his chest like he was oggling my legs.
"Like what you see?" He asked playfully.
"That really all depends if you like what your seeing right now" I yawned, placing a hand over my mouth to stiffle it some how.
"Come on" He murmered gently grabbing my hand in his, he walked me over to the left side of the bed only to open the covers for me to go under. I bent over, no doubt he just saw my baby blue hipster undies.
As I was under the covers he bent down gently, brushing his lips across my right cheek.
Then as if in a blink of an eye he was there, slipping under the covers me in his arms.
"You're really hot" I mumbled against his chest.
"As are you"
Wait, what? Did he just call me hot. I meant it in the other way
"I mean you're hot as in temperature wise"
He smirked "I know, but I decided to take it in a different way"
I smiled as he leant over to flick the switch off, and as he done that the room was no longer illuminated with the bright light.
"Goodnight my Princess" His arm's once again wrapping around me, my head making a pillow out of his chest.
I felt him leaning down, he did the least expected. He bent down slowly, and pressed his lips to mine, our lips moving in a slow synch. His arm wrapping around me, a small smile playing amongst his lips.
It's now official that me, Elizabeth Mariee Black: I LOVE PAUL WALKER!