here it is, Chapter 14! I know you guys were upset that the last chapter was a bit small and you may think this one is uneventful but it leads to the next chapters which i KNOW you're gonna love!
ENJOY! Chapter 14:
*two weeks later*
Over the past two weeks Emelina and Jonathon would see each other at least every two days. They would sometimes talk, sit in silence, kiss passionately and softly or they would fall asleep in each other's arms. He would leave at sunrise; sometimes she was awake when he left, sometimes she wasn't. Every time he left he would give her one last kiss.
During their last two meetings he had brought pizza. Every now and then he would come to her beaten, or cut, once his knuckles were bleeding from when he blacked out with rage and had continually punched the wall. Fortunately, over the past two weeks her father hadn't hit her. She said 'he seemed to be getting a lot calmer lately'.
He had only gone out hunting once since they met. Every time they were together, he felt as if demon blood didn't run through his veins but when they were apart it was all he could think about, about if she knew what kind of monster he was she'd be disgusted and horrified, and being around his father didn't help at all.
Jonathon sat on the mattress, fiddling with a torch. 'Where is she?' he wondered impatiently, 'She's always here at this time.'
As she stumbled into the safe house, he jumped to his feet, discarding the torch. She had a freshly bruised face and her hands were shaking. He bolted to her, carefully picking her up in his arms.
As he carried her over to the mattress she buried her head into his chest, softly sobbing, "I'm sorry..."
"Shh, shh, it's not your fault." He reassured soothingly, gently laying her down on the mattress.
As he started to clean her up, she began to slowly sit up. Jonathon didn't agree with this, shaking his head as he said, "Don't move, it'll make it worse."
She ignored his warning and gently took his hand in hers, her eyes full of despair. A fresh tear fell down her cheeks as she whispered, "Why are you so good to me?"
It was a question he had asked himself many times, and without realising it he had an answer, and he whispered it to her, softly reassuring her, "because you're the only good thing I've got going for me."
She smiled, not just any smile but a smile full of love and trust. Her smile was returned with a loving kiss.
He slowly pulled back with a huge grin on his face, "I have a present for you."
She looked at him in disbelief, "Really?"
He just smiled and picked up a bright pink present bag at the end of the bed, it had silvery white tissue paper popping out the top.
She thought to herself, 'How did I not notice that? It's so bright!'
He held it out to her. "Here. Open it."
She fiddled with her hands and stammered, "I can't."
"And why not?"
She opened her mouth but nothing came out.
He smiled and placed the bag in her hands, playfully saying, "Just open it would you."
She tried to sigh in frustration but failed due to the huge smile that had crept onto her face. She took out the first layer of tissue paper and looked inside the bag; She looked a bit confused as she pulled out a pair of lilac ice-skates (he had learnt that purple was her favourite colour, in any shade, but lilac was her favourite).
"Why did you get me a pair of Ice-Skates? I love the colour, but... Why?"
He was smiling at her, "they're for tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?"
"I'm taking you Ice-Skating."
She looked at the skates in disbelief. A slow smile crept on her face as she gushed, "You're taking me Ice-Skating?"
"I'm taking you Ice-Skating." He confirmed, a proud grin plastered on his features.
"Like... like on a date?" She stammered again, blushing slightly.
"I guess," he replied offhandedly.
She leaned forward and kissed him, full of excitement.
She pulled back then, looking confused. "Wait. Where? I didn't think there were any rinks in Nanango or anywhere in the South-Burnett?"
"That's a secret, but meet me here tomorrow at noon and pack an over-night bag."
"Ok?" Her smile hadn't left her face; he loved the thought that he was the cause of it. He kissed her once again, pulling each-other into the bed, her hips pinning his hips down.
After a good make-out session, Jonathon headed home, but not before on last kiss and whispering in her ear, "I can't wait for our date." Emphasising on the word 'date'. His body was tingling with joy all the way home.
Did you like it?
PLEASE REVIEW!
The next chapters are 'the date' chapters and will be uploaded every day or at least every two days! YAY!