After school that day as I was lying down on my bed, I tired to figure out
where I went right in life. Where I suddenly became so deserving of what I
got, and how on earth I ever thought for a second that I had a horrible
life and couldn't take it. Was this what it always felt like to be in love?
Was it love? Was it?
I grinned as I closed my eyes and saw Chris' smiling face. Maybe it was love, maybe just an infatuation, I didn't know. But all I knew was that I loved him, loved him so pure and strongly that I knew I would die before hurting home. And it didn't matter to me if he felt the same way or not—no. But knowing that he was a part of me now, my love, my life, which was everything to me. I was young; sixteen is such a tender age to say that love is love. For in ten years love would be a whole new ball game...but I knew that in that moment, in that one pure moment, I called myself in love, and I had no regrets whatsoever.
The 'drip dropping' of rain pelted my windows and I scrunched my face, trying to block out the noise. Though it was somewhat relaxing, all I wanted to do was be with Chris, I wanted him here with me to have and to hold. I missed his touch and it had barely been a few hours since I last saw him. I suppose this whole 'dating your best friend' kind of thing was new to both of us, and I was somewhat frightened by the prospect. Of course I knew we wouldn't last forever...eventually we'd break up; it was a part of life. Rarely, oh so very rarely, did two people fall in love so far that they never tired of one another. But I didn't care...as long as Chris and I were together now, I could care less what the future should bring to my twisted love life.
I began to fall asleep as the hours drifted far away and I don't know what woke me up—but at two in the morning I heard a light scraping against my big windows and I groaned into my pillow. Who on earth could be bothering me so late? I wondered momentarily if it was Chris and his father had gotten bad again—but the night was dark and unmerciful to my vision. I groggily and most reluctantly sat up in my bed, my sight blurry and sleepy. I let out a long yawn and frowned as the tapping and scraping continued against my window.
Gently pulling back my long hair and piling it atop of my head, I yawned once again and grimaced—how I waited waking up in the middle of the night. Whoever was outside of my window had better have a good reason...but then panic settled onto me. What was out there? Was it safe? I shook this paranoid thoughts from my mind and shrugged it off—I doubted anyone wanted to waste their time murdering me...I wasn't worth that much.
I pulled back my blankets and the quilt that adorned my body at night and tiptoed slowly to the window, squinting and trying to make out my night intruder. My oversized T-shirt fell to my knees and I shivered...it was quite crisp outside and I felt pity for whoever called upon my home. The floorboards of my bedroom creaked as I made my way over to the window and I gasped when I saw it was Chris, looking more exhausted and beat then I had ever seen him in my life.
I felt momentarily frozen for a split second and watched him look at me, white as a ghost and looking so much older than his seventeen years of age. I frowned and quickly ran over to my window, pulling it open as fast as I could and helping his limp body into my room. He was breathing unevenly and his hair was unkempt, his eye was steadily swelling and his lip abhorred several cuts. I helped him over to my bed and sat him there, looking into his innocence-ridden blue hues and I felt like I wanted to cry. Who could ever hurt him so?
"Chris," I breathed softly, forcing him to look into my eyes. I caressed his face softly, trying to get him to look at me. He finally looked weakly at me and I was afraid he might pass out all together. "Chris...Chris listen to me. What happened?"
I thought I saw tears but it may have been the heavy rain taking its toll on Chris' face. He looked sadly at me and swallowed, looking as if the effort caused him pain and took most of his energy. He looked so strained and his windbreaker was soaked through and through. I quickly unzipped the soaked jacket and threw it on the floor, wanting him to be as warm as possible.
"Chris," I said, this time more forcefully. He needed to talk to me. I wouldn't let him be quiet. "Look at me."
I knelt in front of him, trying to get him to talk to me. Finally, he closed his eyes softly. "I—my dad...you know...same old...but...this time, Lark, this time..." he paused for a shaky breath and coughed. "it's raining out...he won't let me back in, you know how he is...told me to come back in the morning."
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run to Chris' home and strangle Mr. Chambers around the neck until his eyes were bulging out and he couldn't breathe anymore. I wanted to kill him, slow and painful. How could he ever hurt Chris? How could anyone? I'd die a thousand deaths before I let someone hurt Chris Chambers.
"Chris," I repeated for the third time. "You can stay here tonight. But you have to change out of these clothes."
Chris sighed tiredly and laid back on my bed and I found myself not caring at all that he was soaking my bed sheets. He needed to get to sleep.
"You need some sleep," I said, standing up and crawling to where he laid on my bed. He looked up at me tiredly and frowned.
"I can't fall asleep now," he said, his voice uneven and raspy. "I'm so tired."
I strained a grin and gently ran my fingers against his face. "You need to fall asleep."
He coughed and buried his face into his hands. I sighed and looked away—how I wanted to be there for him in so many ways...but I felt so useless and vulnerable. I pried his hands away from his face and kissed his lips gently. He grinned tiredly at me and I laid my head down next to him.
Chris yawned softly and I frowned. He looked at me. "I hate him."
I was suddenly taken aback by his suddenness and forwardness. I looked up at him and nodded. "I know...I know."
Chris gently brought my face down and met my lips with his, caressing the side of my face with his thumb. I sighed into the kiss, never wanting it to end, yet knowing Chris needed his sleep and I felt guilty, as if I was taking that away from him. I pulled away and he looked down at me, a frown slowly shadowing his beautiful features.
"You need to sleep Chris," I said. "You're going to get so sick."
Chris smirked and I didn't quite know how he managed it. He kissed me, this time more passionately and I couldn't resist—how could I? He slipped his arms around me and covered my body with his. I was amazed by the strength he managed...I supposed many nights of his father's rage had made him stronger. He kissed me and I was breathless, blown away. Slowly and gently, he covered every inch of my body with his, and began to venture his lips down my neck and paused at my collarbone. I felt my arms reach up over him and gently pull his shirt off, letting my fingers trail over his back feeling the scars his father had put there.
I suppose he didn't need sleep as much as I thought that night after all.
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[It feels good to update again. Review please!! How'd you guys like this chapter? Was it corny? Forward? I thought it needed to happen...it was something I wanted to happen. Something beautiful that took me forever to type into the right words. Anyways, why don't you all review now and make me one happy little girl? Rrright...I'll shut up now. Anywho, it's good to be back!! Love & Strawberries, The Good Girl.]
I grinned as I closed my eyes and saw Chris' smiling face. Maybe it was love, maybe just an infatuation, I didn't know. But all I knew was that I loved him, loved him so pure and strongly that I knew I would die before hurting home. And it didn't matter to me if he felt the same way or not—no. But knowing that he was a part of me now, my love, my life, which was everything to me. I was young; sixteen is such a tender age to say that love is love. For in ten years love would be a whole new ball game...but I knew that in that moment, in that one pure moment, I called myself in love, and I had no regrets whatsoever.
The 'drip dropping' of rain pelted my windows and I scrunched my face, trying to block out the noise. Though it was somewhat relaxing, all I wanted to do was be with Chris, I wanted him here with me to have and to hold. I missed his touch and it had barely been a few hours since I last saw him. I suppose this whole 'dating your best friend' kind of thing was new to both of us, and I was somewhat frightened by the prospect. Of course I knew we wouldn't last forever...eventually we'd break up; it was a part of life. Rarely, oh so very rarely, did two people fall in love so far that they never tired of one another. But I didn't care...as long as Chris and I were together now, I could care less what the future should bring to my twisted love life.
I began to fall asleep as the hours drifted far away and I don't know what woke me up—but at two in the morning I heard a light scraping against my big windows and I groaned into my pillow. Who on earth could be bothering me so late? I wondered momentarily if it was Chris and his father had gotten bad again—but the night was dark and unmerciful to my vision. I groggily and most reluctantly sat up in my bed, my sight blurry and sleepy. I let out a long yawn and frowned as the tapping and scraping continued against my window.
Gently pulling back my long hair and piling it atop of my head, I yawned once again and grimaced—how I waited waking up in the middle of the night. Whoever was outside of my window had better have a good reason...but then panic settled onto me. What was out there? Was it safe? I shook this paranoid thoughts from my mind and shrugged it off—I doubted anyone wanted to waste their time murdering me...I wasn't worth that much.
I pulled back my blankets and the quilt that adorned my body at night and tiptoed slowly to the window, squinting and trying to make out my night intruder. My oversized T-shirt fell to my knees and I shivered...it was quite crisp outside and I felt pity for whoever called upon my home. The floorboards of my bedroom creaked as I made my way over to the window and I gasped when I saw it was Chris, looking more exhausted and beat then I had ever seen him in my life.
I felt momentarily frozen for a split second and watched him look at me, white as a ghost and looking so much older than his seventeen years of age. I frowned and quickly ran over to my window, pulling it open as fast as I could and helping his limp body into my room. He was breathing unevenly and his hair was unkempt, his eye was steadily swelling and his lip abhorred several cuts. I helped him over to my bed and sat him there, looking into his innocence-ridden blue hues and I felt like I wanted to cry. Who could ever hurt him so?
"Chris," I breathed softly, forcing him to look into my eyes. I caressed his face softly, trying to get him to look at me. He finally looked weakly at me and I was afraid he might pass out all together. "Chris...Chris listen to me. What happened?"
I thought I saw tears but it may have been the heavy rain taking its toll on Chris' face. He looked sadly at me and swallowed, looking as if the effort caused him pain and took most of his energy. He looked so strained and his windbreaker was soaked through and through. I quickly unzipped the soaked jacket and threw it on the floor, wanting him to be as warm as possible.
"Chris," I said, this time more forcefully. He needed to talk to me. I wouldn't let him be quiet. "Look at me."
I knelt in front of him, trying to get him to talk to me. Finally, he closed his eyes softly. "I—my dad...you know...same old...but...this time, Lark, this time..." he paused for a shaky breath and coughed. "it's raining out...he won't let me back in, you know how he is...told me to come back in the morning."
I wanted to scream, I wanted to run to Chris' home and strangle Mr. Chambers around the neck until his eyes were bulging out and he couldn't breathe anymore. I wanted to kill him, slow and painful. How could he ever hurt Chris? How could anyone? I'd die a thousand deaths before I let someone hurt Chris Chambers.
"Chris," I repeated for the third time. "You can stay here tonight. But you have to change out of these clothes."
Chris sighed tiredly and laid back on my bed and I found myself not caring at all that he was soaking my bed sheets. He needed to get to sleep.
"You need some sleep," I said, standing up and crawling to where he laid on my bed. He looked up at me tiredly and frowned.
"I can't fall asleep now," he said, his voice uneven and raspy. "I'm so tired."
I strained a grin and gently ran my fingers against his face. "You need to fall asleep."
He coughed and buried his face into his hands. I sighed and looked away—how I wanted to be there for him in so many ways...but I felt so useless and vulnerable. I pried his hands away from his face and kissed his lips gently. He grinned tiredly at me and I laid my head down next to him.
Chris yawned softly and I frowned. He looked at me. "I hate him."
I was suddenly taken aback by his suddenness and forwardness. I looked up at him and nodded. "I know...I know."
Chris gently brought my face down and met my lips with his, caressing the side of my face with his thumb. I sighed into the kiss, never wanting it to end, yet knowing Chris needed his sleep and I felt guilty, as if I was taking that away from him. I pulled away and he looked down at me, a frown slowly shadowing his beautiful features.
"You need to sleep Chris," I said. "You're going to get so sick."
Chris smirked and I didn't quite know how he managed it. He kissed me, this time more passionately and I couldn't resist—how could I? He slipped his arms around me and covered my body with his. I was amazed by the strength he managed...I supposed many nights of his father's rage had made him stronger. He kissed me and I was breathless, blown away. Slowly and gently, he covered every inch of my body with his, and began to venture his lips down my neck and paused at my collarbone. I felt my arms reach up over him and gently pull his shirt off, letting my fingers trail over his back feeling the scars his father had put there.
I suppose he didn't need sleep as much as I thought that night after all.
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[It feels good to update again. Review please!! How'd you guys like this chapter? Was it corny? Forward? I thought it needed to happen...it was something I wanted to happen. Something beautiful that took me forever to type into the right words. Anyways, why don't you all review now and make me one happy little girl? Rrright...I'll shut up now. Anywho, it's good to be back!! Love & Strawberries, The Good Girl.]