A/N: This chapter is kind of short. I'm sorry for not updating sooner but marks are almost out. This chapter might be dark and kind of a more in-depth T rating and I'm really sorry. I hope this is okay for you guys and since this chapter is kind of dark yet cheesy I hope I can get some positive reviews. This reveals a lot about Alaura and her hatred with bad boys and why Derek is something she can't stand, along with the complicated relationship with her mother.

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Updated: 02/03/13

Chapter Twenty Five: The One with Blake Maxwell

The clock was ticking loudly in her mind. Her fingers drummed silently against her thigh, she felt like the time with Edmund was nearing as the battle drew near. It felt like this was the last chance to tell him everything that she'd kept bottled up inside. She spent the last 5 minutes pondering on whether it was the appropriate time to reveal her past. She struggled against her conscience, she felt like breaking down at the thought of her past. She inhaled sharply and rose from her bedding, only seeing the dawn of light peeking through the curtains of the room.

She felt her heart was breaking as her mind flashed back to the coarse time of her life. Sometime that brought her down, something that only rose her insecurities. The reason why she grew intrigued by Edmund the moment she saw him, the burning hatred at his appearance yet the awe that struck her from his appearance. He was different and now she finally knew. The hug she gave him, was meant for friends. Yet she felt something so much more and she couldn't stand just being friends with him.

Not when their lives were at stake. The thought of losing her one last time to not doing anything to claim him was reckless and plain stupid. She needed him to know, to unravel the tangled threads between them. The tension was still there, but it was only softened by Edmund's confession of his past. It was the past that got them, it broke them apart. She missed him terribly.

Her feet glided effortlessly as she walked down the almost endless hallways, it was dark. Some were still asleep, the majority were wide awake. The nerves of the upcoming war beating them to the pulp. Alaura had a different manner in her hands, the guy that stole her heart and caused her to believe in the one thign she thought was hopeless, the one thing that destroyed her past and broke her parents apart. Love.

The torch lights flickered and lit the halls, the crackling of the fire hummed and warmed her skin. It was soothing to know she wasn't the only one awake. She continued silently down the path, her feet stumbling against the hidden rocky paths before heading towards the tomb of Aslan. She let a small smile make its way to her face, his voice was melodic and it only gave her the confidence she needed.

She let her gaze flicker over to the huddled Narnians. Possibly going over the battle strategy once again, she could see Peter's light golden hair bowed along with others. She could feel the pressure of Narnia's destiny pounding against him, and a sympathetic expression came. She couldn't imagine what he could be feeling, and she didn't dare question his leadership. The job of the High King was tough, Peter couldn't be carefree anywhere, he had a role to play and people mistook him as grumpy and cautious.

She made her way towards the group of Narnians. Her eyes laying only on the dark form at the corner, Edmund's head was bowed and his eyebrows were scrunched up in deep concentration as his fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. She let out a quiet sight before walking up to him, blinking as the light hit directly against her vision.

"Edmund?" she spoke softly. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, immediately the cold and hard look from him softened before resuming its position. He cocked an eyebrow at her and silently gestured for her to continue, "Can I talk to you privately? If you're not busy." she quickly added. She could see a few Narnians lifting their heads with curiously.

"Sure. I've gone through the battle plans too much already." Edmund murmured. He tossed the folded up paper in his palm back to Peter and laid a hand against Alaura's back as he lead her out. She could feel tingles running up and down her spine at the contact, she inhaled sharply and moved away from him as they arrived at the halls. "Talk."

Alaura breathed in before resting her head against the wall, "It's about...Blake." Edmund immediately stiffened by his eyes remained on her, urging for her to continue. She felt her love for him grow as he didn't dare question Blake. "It was about a year or 9 months ago. A lot happened between us in such a short time, it turned out he wasn't the guy I mistook him for."

She shifted as she continued, "I spotted him after school. He was sitting under a tree and snapping a branch, wearing his usual clothing of a rebel. Leather jacket, ripped jeans, motorcycle gloves and a shirt. He caught my form and I grew intrigued...

The back was weighing her down heavily. It deformed as she shifted again as she made her way down the steps, she stopped. Her eyes resting on him, a muscular guy sporting a white t-shirt, ripped jeans and leather jacket. In his hands were two broken branches against his motorcycle gloves, he didn't bother hiding the razor in his hands as he peeled off the outside of the branch.

She knew she should have left but the moment cobalt and hazel eyes met. They were stuck in a whole different universe, his shaggy chestnut hair tousled perfectly and his defined jaw immediately caused her to weaken. His eyes darkened at the sight of her and in one swift motion he had stood up, his form leaning against the same tree, he dropped the branches and instead gestured for her to come to him.

She hesitated, her eyes moving from him to the streets before her feet moved forward. She reached him and immediately he tucked in a strand of her red strand before a smirk rested on his face. "Such a pretty face, who are you?" he murmured.

"Alaura." she whispered as her eyes moved nervously, scanning her surroundings. "Alaura Hunter." He dropped his hands and shoved them in his pockets.

"Blake Maxwell." he introduced himself, "How come I never saw you around the halls?"

"I'm never the one to socialize...I stay inside..in the library." Alaura spoke softly. Blake let out a huff and gazed down at her with a lazily smile.

"Well then. This might be fate."

"He began to walk with me everywhere. A gentleman yet a rebel, he never failed in his pranks and got a laugh out of everything. He got me to become a bit more risky, I can't say it wasn't a good thing..."

The music pounded against her ears and she wiped down her clammy hands against her sides. Blake rubbed her arm comfortingly, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Alaura laughed nervously. He nose nudged the side of her face cutely, she let out a giggle and clutched at his leather jacket.

"Alaura Hunter, are you going to become sociable." Blake chuckled and lead me inside.

"That night I got drunk, I had let myself lose and carefree. After that...things got a bit more complicated with my mother, with my father gone she had gotten a bit more cautious about my health and who I hang out with. Hanging out with Blake I once thought it was a great idea, I was becoming much more sociable but I hadn't realized, I was losing who I truly was inside..."

"Alaura Hunter you take off that leather jacket now." her mother snarled. Alaura stood, her arms crossed with lazy smile on her face, it was cruel and so unusual of her. With her crop top showing her belly and the tight leather jeans showing off her curves, the heavy boots and tousled red hair along with dark red lipstick. Alaura only rolled her eyes with a snort.

"You can't tell me what to do, mom. I'm not a child anymore." Alaura scoffed with disgust, "I'm not the invisible nor unsociable girl I used to be. I can talk, I cna have fun. And I love it."

"Blake is a bad influence on you. One day you'll regret everything." her mother warned her.

"I won't regret it. Mom...I love him."

"It caused a rocky relationship with my mom. She hated him, she hated me for becoming who I once was. Her divorce and my relationship caused a misunderstanding with love. The more I hung out with him, the more I discovered about him. One night...it was a bit too much, and the Blake I used to know...disappeared from my mind and I began fearing him.."

Alaura grasped the handle and wrenched the door open before stepping inside. Her nostrils were filled with the sickening smell of blood and vomit, the stench of alcohol was overwhelming her. Blake wouldn't be in such a dump right? She took another step forward, the place was filled with doors with stamped numbers yet she couldn't see Blake anywhere.

She asked and she was told. She opened the door but it was locked, she finally picked the lock and nearly knocked the door down. "That was worth 45 dollars." Blake growled, there she saw him. His jeans unbuckled and his hair tousled and his chest bare, in front of him was a girl and she felt her heart was torn apart. His 18 year old body was a god to her, and to others.

"Blake?" Alaura whispered with shock and yet with a torn voice.

"He told me how he was trying to earn money to afford his apartment since his parents left him. He was a 18 year old guy struggling to pay for his education, one thing he missed was how he earned money..."

"Huh, so now you found out. Yes, Alaura," he drawled her name with a sickening tone,"I'm a prostitute. This is how I earn my money and I enjoy every single one of the money and body cashed in."

Alaura was crushed. He had lied to her, she believed that it happened to her it would be special. He would only take advantage of her, and the cold yet lustful look in his eyes now was telling her, her theory was right. She stumbled back but he already got her caged, she squirmed under his grasp and body. His teeth were already nipping at her collarbone, she pushed at his chest.

She was only 15, this couldn't be happening to her. She struggled and her scream was stopped as he crashed his lips against hers, she moved her head and managed to wheeze out. "Please stop it Blake!" she cried out as fresh and hot tears trickled down her cheeks. Her body was tugged and she saw her top was torn and he was already making his way down.

She felt his hands on her belt and gasped as he tore it off, "Blake!" she screamed and pushed at him again. He locked her wrist over her head and continued trying to unbuckle her jeans. She sobbed uncontrollably, finally she spit on him. He growled at her and loosened his grip, she was able to slip away before he slammed her back this time with a razor in his hands, it was pressed against her collar.

"Do anything to escape and you will die." Blake growled and lust returned in his eyes. She nodded, closing her eyes as he resumed trying to slip her pants off.

She snapped her eyes open and her eyes flickered to the razor and her anger raised, she pushed at his chest and grasped the razor and couched with a trembling lower lip. He snarled at her and she rose the razor, "Don't touch me." she choked out. Suddenly the blinding red lights filled her vision and one of Blake's friends stormed in nervously.

"They found us, Blake!" then he ran away. Blake looked at Alaura and her lowering defense and let out a frustrated growl, grasping the collar of her shirt. "I will get you, babe."

"The police found me, crying and trembling with a razor in my hands. The memory was vivid and I lived the episode again in my dreams, up till the point where I would keep a razor under my pillow. Blake was a prostitute, and a drug dealer, that was how he got his money. He was arrested, but he still swore he would get me. I didn't lower my defense. Up till I met you, and Derek my mother's boyfriend was the only reminder of my failed love life.

I want to protect my mother. Seeing Derek reminded me of Blake, I thought you were another reminder of Blake but you weren't. You're caring, sweet and protective. You didn't change me, he did. He didn't like how unsociable I was, he changed everything about me. I became his little bad girl, began a puppy desperate for attention and love after my parent's divorce.

His assault on me guaranteed more years in prison. I knew I shouldn't have gone against the law with an 18 year old, it was forbidden but he only coaxed me deeper. I'm afraid to become like that, that girl that lost her way because she wanted love. I thought no one would love me being a quiet and shy girl like me, so I changed. Now I'm never going back that road that guaranteed a dark future, and if Blake fulfilled his mission with me. I would be a pregnant teenage girl."

Alaura finished, she didn't realize she was crying until she felt a hot drop on her trembling hands. Edmund looked up from the ground with a horrified expression before catching the girl that had stolen her heart, he clenched his teeth as his heart broke silently. He silently made his way towards her and grasped her hands before cupping her cheek and stroked away the falling tears.

She looked up as he tilted her chin up, there was a determined look from him. "I would never hurt you. Not again. I won't let you go down that road again." Edmund murmured as their his forehead rested against hers. "Thank you for telling me."

She clutched at his tunic and nodded before choking out, "Time is running out and I don't want to let you go without an explanation-" He cut her off with a dark look.

"I'm not going. You can't make me, Alaura. I told you, you are my world now. We are going to survive the war." Edmund said in a stern voice. With a watery smile she nodded. Without further hesitation he closed the unwanted gap between them, their lips locking with each other in another passion kiss as Edmund held her protectively and Alaura only clung on to him.

A/N: I know it kind felt cheesy at the end. But they need each other. Well both of their past are revealed, I wanted Alaura to tell Edmund before the battle so they can keep their promise on protecting each other during the battle. If you guys haven't noticed. Alaura's past is kind of dark, I guess but now you know why Alaura hates bad boys so much. I guess that's all and I hope it was okay for you.

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