The next morning.
Chris came into the room, noticing Bex sitting up in amongst the thick blankets; she certainly looked more awake. "Wow. Someone looks very bright-eyed."
She smiled a little. "Well…the hug certainly helped."
"Oh, so you're putting it down to me, are you?" He positioned himself quite close to her, their bodies within close proximity.
Bex found herself getting lost in Chris's sparkling blue eyes; there were colours in there she never knew existed. Subtle hints of violet and emerald emerged in the sunlight, and it was such a tempting sight.
"Something wrong?" He knew he should really start thinking about letting her get ready so they could head off together, but he felt frozen to the spot as she took in the seductively sweet scent that hovered around him. He didn't want it to happen, but he could not stop it.
"C-can I kiss you?" She knew his answer from the first time; he forbade her from doing it, and he had good reasons for doing so. But she was too tempted that time, and after everything he'd done for her…"As my way of saying thank you?"
"I don't think you should."
"Chris, please…how else can I thank you?" Bex watched him get up, and she chose that opportunity to push him down onto the bed and sit on his lap, facing him. "It doesn't have to mean anything."
Chris found himself in a compromising position; he made no move to touch her, as she pressed her lips down onto his very softly.
She slid her tongue between his lips, licking at them sultrily. "And you don't have to do anything…just let it happen."
"B-Bex…" He tilted his head back, as she pressed herself further against him and closed her mouth on his lower lip, biting it a little. He gasped when he felt her fingertips position themselves under his jaw.
"You taste as good as you feel."
Chris closed his eyes as she brought him down onto the bed on his back and slid herself onto him. He knew it was wrong, but he was tempting her too much! Just how old was she supposed to be?
Bex withdrew from him, a sweet taste reaching her tongue. "Wow…you do taste good."
"This has to stop." He pulled himself away, swiftly retreating further into the middle of the bed. "I-I'm with someone else, Bex."
She slowly looked away. "I know…and I'm sorry. But I couldn't stop."
Relaxing slightly, he felt his cheeks flush and then go back to their normal state. "That never happened."
She watched him shakily get up, straightening out the slight creases in his shirt. "I'm sorry, Chris…I didn't mean to hurt you."
"You didn't hurt me, I'm just shocked." Chris got his keys out once he was sure she was ready to go. "Don't worry, nothing came out of it. It was just a kiss, anyway."
Bex nodded softly. "Of course."
"Which meant nothing."
Karen had started early; she found it hard to concentrate when she knew Bex wasn't a hundred percent. But Chris was looking after her, and he'd convinced her she was perfectly fine.
The door slowly opened, and he slowly came in. "I believe I have something to give to you."
She turned round, happy to see him come in. It hadn't been that long since they last saw each other, but she still missed him a bit.
"One daughter – as you requested." He winked, as Bex came from behind him.
Karen wrapped her arms around her. "How are you feeling, love?"
"Better."
"See, I told you she'd be fine." Chris smirked.
Later on that morning.
Chris had one unfilled block where he wasn't doing anything – except catch up on his marking when he was actually having little moments of fun here and there with a certain person.
He heard knocking at his door, and Bex came in.
"Hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
"No, not at all." He stopped what he was doing, peering up at her steadily; a worried expression formed on his face when she perched herself on the corner of his desk. "Is everything ok, Bex?"
She nodded, hastily wiping away a tear that was making its way from the corner of her eye to her cheek. It didn't leave him convinced that she was ok at all.
Chris moved himself away from behind his desk and went to the side of her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I don't think everything is ok – is it?"
"I'm sorry…I did want to say – but something stopped me."
"It's ok, it's ok."
Bex looked up to him, her eyes becoming red from the number of tears that had already started to fall. "I feel like I can't cope."
He didn't know what she was implying.
"I think I need to be admitted."
He lowered an eyebrow. "A-are you sure you wanna do that? It could be just a bad spell you've got."
She shuddered a little. "I can't concentrate. And I'd be better off to everyone if I just disappear."
"Now that's not true." Chris squeezed her shoulder comfortingly. "There are people out there that love you, very much. For you to do this…is it what you really want?"
"I feel like I need to get away for a bit."
"But Bex…you won't be going away for a bit. You could be kept there for quite some time. I wouldn't like to put a limit on things like that, but you could be looking at weeks, maybe months, before they let you out."
"Take me up there." Bex turned to him more, her hands going to the sleeve of his shirt. She'd taken hold of him in quite a despondent way, like she was seeking protection from him. "Please, Chris…"
"What? Now?" To be fair, the nearest mental hospital wasn't that far away, but he was sure Karen should have a right to know, she was her mother! "Don't you think your mum should know?"
She shook her head. "I don't want her to know."
"I think she should, if I do. She's going to wanna know what's happened to you."
"Please, just take me…I feel like I'm going crazy if I don't go."
Both of them sat in the waiting room of the mental hospital, waiting to be seen by the nurse who was on site.
"You know, if you wanna back out of doing this, you can do so…" Chris started, as Bex shook her head slowly.
"I want to do this. I have to."
"No one is making you do this, Bex. But by not telling your mum…"
"Bex Fisher?"
She shakily looked up, seeing a nurse come into the waiting room; she sharply got up from her chair, sensing a tug on her arm.
"Is this what you want?" Chris gazed up at her worriedly.
She nodded carefully.
"You want me to come with you?"
The nurse came closer to them. "You're quite welcome to come with her, if that's what she'd like."
He unsurely got up, and they both held onto each other as the nurse took them to where Bex was going to be kept.
