The song featured in this chapter is Hey Jude by the Beatles and I do not own it.

Chapter eleven

Finally home

Chris looked up at the stars, wondering when the sweet release of pain would wash over him. Hoping it would come later rather then sooner, he dared a glance at his brother lying beside him, motionless. Chris sat up timidly not looking forward to any pain that he might experience in doing so. "Eyeball, you shit heap, you dead?" Chris questioned, afraid of which answer he'd like better. An answer came in the form of a low, angry grunt. Not really caring about Eyeball's state at the moment, Chris rocked on his elbows putting all his weight on them instead of his torn, bloody palms. Standing to his full height, he teetered for a moment like a baby learning its first steps but then gained most of his balance. The pain hit them, he felt it every where, his chest was bruised and he wouldn't be surprised if he's broken a rib or two. His back that was cut by the shards of glass ,felt like some one had lit him on fire, his head throbbed and a crimson substance was continuously flowing from it. Some how even with all his injuries, Chris made his way out of his road and past a couple more streets until he reached the place that he felt the most at home.

Sahara let the hot water envelope her body, she hoped it washed away the pain just as easily as it washed away the dirt on her skin.

Suddenly an urge past over her, a silly childish urge, an urge to open ones mouth and sing a song that reminded you of happier times, times when childhood romances were as easy as holding some ones hand behind the bike shed.

So she did, she opened her mouth and with all her energy she began to sing.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh

As the lyrics ended and her voice began to fade out, Sahara realized that she was crying, she had been crying and screaming out those words because they meant so much to her. They reminded her of Gordie, of Vern, of Teddy, and of Chris. Those people where her home and as long as she had them, she would take a sad song and make it better.

Chris was now past the pain, it was a feeling he was used to, and as Sahara's home took shape in the darkness a new feeling formed.

Sahara toweled herself before pulling on her white tank top and matching pants. Hopping into her bed she relished the feeling of freshly washed sheets and soon she found that sleep was creeping in, until a loud noise came at her window. Jumping, she sheepishly made her way over to the window, hands shaking with a curious fear. The tap this time louder came again forcing her to step back a little with hesitation.

"Sacky, Sacky it's me" a voice cried hoarsely.

"Chris!" she cried hurriedly running to the window and unlatching it, "Oh my god, Chris!" she stammered, as the trembling, soaking, body rolled in from the window.

Bending down to look at his face, the first thing Sahara noticed were the bruises, large angry black things blending in with his skin tone, then she noticed the blood that was staining her flesh too. It seeped from every corner of his body, from his forehead, right down to his legs.

"Oh my poor baby, Chris did you fight Eyeball!" she whimpered, holding his head up so he could look at her.

Chris grinned at her, causing more blood to dribble down from his gums, "Only a little, we went through a window!"

"Chris why, why would you do this to yourself?" she begged, hugging his shoulders and pulling his sopping body closer to her.

"I did it for you" he whispered gruffly as if the words were too deep for a no good Chambers kid. Smiling meekly he played with a strand of her bright golden hair, entangling it in between his finger.

Chris couldn't really comprehend the effects his words had, he just realized that at that moment when there was a peaceful silence between Sahara and him, he couldn't want and need her any more then he did right then. Couldn't bare not to feel her skin close to his, couldn't bare not to hear her heart beat reassuringly beside his, couldn't bare to face life with out her.

"Chris I …." Sahara tentatively whispered leaning in to stroke his cheekbone. Chris winced at her pained tone of voice. Bringing his hand up to touch her face he found himself instead bringing her face dangerously close to his. "I'd do anything for you Sacky."

"I'd do anything for you Chris" she replied, leaning further in.

Chris knew what he was about to do, new in his heart that it was the right thing to do, new as their lips touched and her warmth flowed within him that he was finally home.

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