Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned, they are property of Seven. I'm just playing with them for a bit.
Saving Grace is a series of one shots that follow on from one another, depicting the lives of Matilda Hunter and Lucas Holden.
Full Summary: Matilda Hunter is forced to live a life she hates. And loves. Stuck between life and death, she hovers, waiting for someone to come and save her. Waiting for that one moment that will change her life. Lucas Holden has been forgotten for most of his life... for alcohol, for the endless stream of men his mother would bring home. He's told he's special, but he refuses to believe them. What will happen when serendipity takes hold of their lives, and a series of random events lead to one ultimate mistake?
Rated M for drug & alcohol abuse, sexual situations and suicidal thoughts. You have been warned. Do not read further if you are uncomfortable with these things.
Saving Grace
Chapter Four: My December
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This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
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I found her sprawled out across the back seats in the schools open grandstand. Her long hair flowed free in the breeze, as she sat huddled in a ball, staring out across the wide football field. She was a million miles away, I guessed, and she obviously had the notion that anywhere was better than here.
As I stepped cautiously towards her, her eyes remained locked on something far greater than me. Something in the far off distance she was trying to find. But then, at the last second, they snapped in attention to mine, and she growled at me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She barked at me, standing up and retreating backwards.
I looked her frail figure up and down. Today, an oversized tracksuit had replaced the revealing blouse and skirt, as if she were trying to hide herself away from the world. Her eyes were sullen dark holes of nothingness; her pale complexion hadn't seen sunlight in days.
Instead of looking like the strong, dominant figure she had a few nights ago, she looked like a lost child, afraid of a storm.
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This is my December
This is my snow covered home
This is my December
This is me alone
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Her wild eyes met mine, and suddenly I became incapable of speaking, of moving, of being.
"Are you deaf? Or just dumb?" She spat at me, looking me up and down as she continued to glare. But all I saw was the beautiful movement of those red lips that I wanted to feel between my own again. I saw her hands move to protect her body, and I just wanted them to be on my chest, causing those addictive sensations once more.
"I must be having a nightmare," she muttered, pinching her arm. Hard. "Because even the most hideous reality isn't this bad." She continued, as she grabbed her bag and made a move to push past me.
"Wait." I said, snapping out of the daze she had me in, and grabbing her arm. Tight.
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And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
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"I'm sorry," I said, as she ripped her arm out of my hold "About the other night."
"Whatever" She glared.
"No really, I didn't mean…" I began, swallowing a lump as her eyes narrowed on me.
"You really don't get it, do you? I don't need you." She snapped at me. "I don't need anything you can give me."
"What about this?" I said, pulling out the flask and shoving it into her hands.
"Please." She said, rolling her eyes and snorting at me "Like I can't get the stuff on my OWN."
"Have you tried it?" I said, smirking at her as her confidence level dropped a little. "I bet you've never tasted anything more… potent… in your life."
She looked at me then, a gleam of desire thick in her eyes. She stepped up to me, sized me up, and ran her hands slowly under my shirt, her feather light touch making my eyes roll back into my head.
"Would you bet your reputation on that, Lucas Holden?" She whispered softly, seductively, into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Better yet," She continued; as one hand flipped open my belt buckle, as she slid it slowly, painfully, out of its loops "Would you bet your life on it?"
"No." I gulp, as she moves closer to me.
"I thought not." She whispers finally, shoving me away.
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And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
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She took three steps past me before I grabbed her hand and pulled her body against mine. My hands grabbed roughly at her head as I forced my lips against her own. Any initial resistance she may have felt faded into oblivion, as she melted against my touch, melted into my embrace, her mouth dancing against my own.
My hands moved from her head down to her waist, my fingers gently tracing circles over the stop of her jacket, before I dared to venture underneath. Her skin as warm, tender, and soft as I traced lazy lines across her back and she shivered involuntarily at my touch.
She gasped a little as I found a soft spot, and kneaded it with my knuckles. Her hands tugged on my hair as she tried to stifle the groan that threatened to fall from her precious ruby red lips. She parted them as I pulled away slightly, frowning slightly when she realised my own were no longer against hers.
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This is my December
This is my time of the year
This is my December
This is all so clear
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"I just want a chance to get to know you." I said finally, my breathing still rather heavy. She made a face, but didn't speak, which allowed me to continue.
"I don't know anything about you, I don't pretend to assume anything about you, but I do know that we're both stuck in a place that makes us wish we were dead, because that would be less of a hell than here."
Again, she didn't speak, but her eyes had clouded over, as if the storm was brewing on the horizon.
"I just need somewhere to escape to. With someone else. And you, I want you to be that someone else." I said finally, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look me in the eyes. "I want to get lost with you."
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And I
Just wish that I didn't feel
Like there was something I missed
And I
Take back all the things I said
To make you feel like that
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She pulled herself away from me, and hugged her jumper tightly around herself. Once again she was lost. And her beauty was becoming lost to the world. She was fading slowly, I could see, by that look in her eyes. She didn't want to be here any more. Alone, or loved, she didn't want to exist in a place that made her feel less than human.
She didn't want to be any more.
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And I give it all away
Just to have somewhere to go to
Give it all away
To have someone to come home to
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"I guess…" She said finally "Maybe, we could hang out. You know, at school and stuff…" She trailed off, sitting down and glaring up at me. "But if you see this as a sign of friendship, or worse, a sign that says 'Hey, kiss me, I'm a slut.' Be prepared to face the dire consequences." She snarled at me "Which may include forms of castration."
I winced at her last sentence. Knowing her as well as I thought I did, she wasn't kidding.
But that was okay. Because I could live with it.
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This is my December
These are my snow covered dreams
This is me pretending
This is all I need
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AN: Thanks to Katya for proofing. You're great. And the plot thickens. What do you guys think? Totally predictable? Think again! Cackles evilly