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Song: Snow Patrol - Chasing Cars (on youtube /watch?v=GemKqzILV4w )

III. Chasing Cars

Darren breathed deeply, shifting on the bed; and his hand moved a little up, holding the sheet, this way he covered Lauren's naked skin a little more. He knew she wasn't asleep. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing slowly; she seemed so calmed, like if the angels had just landed her on his bed for him. He couldn't help but just to stay like that, staring at her. He thought she was beyond any beauty in this world.

She slightly opened her eyes.

"Darren, you're doing it again." She muttered.

"Sorry." He just replied, but he didn't look away.

His fingers traced a path way up and down her arm, barely touching her. She grinned, still trying to catch some sleep. Seeing she wasn't going to succeed at that; she opened her eyes.

"Hey." She whispered.

Darren rested his weight on his elbow, and his other arm wrapped her waist. He planted little soft kisses from her shoulder, through her neck; triggering giggles from Lauren. She put her arm around his back; feeling the texture his naked skin, the movement of his spine, every single pore on his body.

His teeth caught her jaw, biting it softly. She shifted between the sheets, laughing at his cheeky actions. He kissed her on the lips; and that made her stop laughing. She kissed back, closing her eyes again; running her hand through his back until his neck, deepening the kiss. He moved closer to her, and he caressed her jaw while making out with her. His fingers played softly with her hair; then he rubbed her cheek with his thumb, feeling a strange texture.

He stopped the kiss. That sudden movement made Lauren open her eyes again and move her hand off his neck. He checked the skin on her cheek to find out the reason of that feeling; and he discovered a little scar. He wondered if it was a new wound, because he never realized it was there before.

Lauren grabbed his hand to take it away from her face. Darren noticed she looked ashamed.

"What happened?" he asked, softly but with a worried tone.

She tried to rest importance to the matter; but he knew if it wasn't important she wouldn't have put his hand away. "Oh, nothing, really. It's an old scar. I've been covering it with make up."

He sighed. She was hiding a lot of secrets; and he wished he didn't have to discover them to have her telling him. He wanted her to trust him, but he knew it was hard for her. He needed to give her time.

"Lauren, it's just me. You know you can tell me anything."

She looked down at his fingers tightly intertwined with hers, lying on the sheets, slowly giving her caresses. He was right.

"There was this guy." She started. Her voice was quiet, like if they were in kindergarten and she was telling him her biggest secret. Obviously the situation was far too different; and she was still ashamed of telling her stories. "He was a regular client. He had this thing with… occasionally, burning me with cigarettes."

Her tone was so emotionless; Darren had to hold himself. The only thought of somebody hurting her and denigrating her in that way, sickened him. But he left her finish.

"It didn't hurt, actually. But sometimes he just kind of… went too far." She explained, avoiding his gaze.

"Did they always threat you like that?" he asked, getting a strand of hair out of her face. He wasn't sure if he could stand the answer.

But Lauren shook her head. "Joe would always make sure they weren't some psychos or something. Well, usually." She released a sad laugh, caught by an old memory. "There was a guy who liked to be spitted. Not to spit, but to be spitted. He pulled of my hair and asked me to spit on him. It was so weird." She admitted, getting weird feelings from that memory; and biting her lip.

"And did you do it?" he said, unable to picture the situation.

"Well… I was young. I liked to spit." She joked.

They both laughed.

Darren grabbed kindly her jaw, and leaned over to plant a soft kiss in the exact place of her scar.

"I'd never hurt you." He whispered against her cheek.

Then she finally looked up to his eyes; and replied:

"I know."

He kissed her again; wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. He wanted her to feel she was safe; he wanted to make everything in her past just disappear, and to make her know he wasn't going to let anything like that happen to her ever again. But Lauren wasn't afraid of Darren hurting her.

She was afraid of being the one who hurt him.