A/N: Little bit of backstory in this, it might also explain some stuff, and will foreshadow future events *evilly laughs*

Disclaimer: I don't own most characters, blah blah blah you know it by now so previous disclaimer still applies

Chapter 6: A best friend is someone who can see the truth and pain in you even when you are fooling everyone else.

Cris knew they would get her eventually but she had to try and prevent the inevitable. Although she didn't know exactly who 'they' were, she knew they were strong, unrelenting and you would only ever see them until the last minute. Cris had been getting the texts again; most of which were just threats like 'we will find you', 'you can't escape again' and probably the most disturbing 'they won't help you, no one will'.

Now I should explain the last one, last time this happened I was just walking down the street, on my own, I mean what do I have to be afraid of? I saw shapes in the darkness in front of me but I played it off as myself imagining things since we had just been watching Supernatural. As I got closer the shapes began to move ever so slightly. When I found myself walking past where the shapes were nothing happened I was fine.

So I kept on walking to my house, we were only at Simon's which was a few houses down the street from mine so it shouldn't have been a big deal right? I walked for a few seconds then it started. I was grabbed by my arm I tried to pull free but his grip was so tight it was breaking bones in my arm. I went to scream but a hand came over my mouth not allowing me to speak or even breathe.

I did the only thing I know how to do in these situations, since I couldn't turn around, I did the only thing I remembered at the time: I lifted my leg up and kicked my foot to hit his knee cap, when I heard the crack of bone and a small compressed yell, I knew it had worked. He let me go immediately and I started to sprint away. I didn't care to look back; it would only slow me down. I thought my chances were pretty good; I was the fastest on the academy's running team.

I only got a few steps in when something cold and hard hit my head; I dropped to the ground unable to take the pain as black clouded most of my vision. I felt my body being dragged, not like you would normally with concussion but it felt like I was physically being dragged across the footpath as any bare skin scrapped across the gravel leaving pain coursing through my arms and legs although it was nothing compared to the explosions I was feeling in my head.

"Cris," someone, who sounded vaguely like Simon, called they didn't sound shocked or worried so he probably was yet to see her but she didn't know really, her thoughts began to jumble together making it impossible to form a clear thought. The other person stopped dragging her, yet again she was guessing there was two, no one can walk with a freshly broken knee cap, and dropped her arms, making her collapse to the ground. She then heard soft footsteps leading away from her and another heavy pair coming towards her. She thought it was Simon but she couldn't help the prickle of fear as it worked its way through her.

The next thing she knew she was opening her eyes looking at her mother and Simon as they looked down on her with worried and relieved expressions. Apparently Simon had carried her back to her house where her mum managed to stop the bleeding but she was relieved it was over. At the time she believed that.

The dreams were also getting more frequent, it was Saturday morning and she was slightly confused as to why she was in her bed, since she fell asleep downstairs but she didn't question it. Last night's dream had been pretty bad, she couldn't remember it but she had woken up and bolted in a sitting position, her back completely straight and had been breathing heavily.

She walked downstairs when she reached the kitchen; her mum was already there making pancakes. "Crisiant, wyt ti'n iawn?" she asked worriedly, they always spoke welsh at home when they were alone. Cris gave a small nod and her mother came towards her. "Hunllef arall?" she asked again and Cris gave another small nod. Her mother holds her arms out and Cris walks into them without hesitation.

Simon was the only one, apart from her mum, who knew someone was out to get her. Cris could see through her mother's calm act, Cris knew she was worrying which was exactly why she didn't tell her mum about the texts she had only told Simon that. So after she ate her pancakes she put on a pair of joggers and ran to Simon's after telling her mum where she was going.

It was around nine in the morning so someone was bound to be up, she just needed to see him and let all her feelings out. When she knocked on the door Rebecca opened it almost immediately and pulled Cris into a hug.

Once she had got free, she had to prevent herself from running up the stairs to his room, she didn't think she could hold back the tears. Cris didn't bother knocking on Simon's door, she just walked in and found Simon sat up in his bed. "I thought it would be you" he said making her chuckle, seeing her glassy eyes he opened his arms and she didn't hesitate to walk in them.

She sat in his lap while he wrapped his arms around her body, her arms hung around his neck as she buried her face in his shoulder, still trying to stay strong. "Cris" he said softly. "You don't need to stay strong for me," at that she lost control and the tears started flowing down her face and on to his pyjama top.

After a few minutes of silence, she pulled back and looked at the dark patches on his t-shirt. "I'm sorry Simon," she said with a raspy voice and before she could on he interrupted her "Cris, I don't know why you feel the need to be strong all the time" he whispered in to her ear "But just remember, you will always have me, I don't care what that man says, I will always be there for you no matter what, remember that," at this she smiled slightly and yawned. "You tired?" Simon asked and she nodded and was about to get up to go home and sleep when her lightly grabbed her wrist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Simon said his voice slightly teasing but she smiles and answers honestly and says "To bed" he looks at her his brown eyes staring at her with a little bit of worry. "There's a bed here" he says and his smile widens, watching the conflict going on in her brain. "I've been enough of a burden to you, I wouldn't want to be a bigger one" he pulls her on the bed so that she's lying down, her hair in her face and she laughs. He sweeps the hair off her face and answers "You could never, ever be a burden to me," she smiles at this and he pulls her under the covers and she pulls him to her, laying her head on his chest. Just as she is about to drift off he says "Gwyddoch yr wyf yn caru chi, yn iawn?" she smiles slightly, not only that he bothered to learn a bit of welsh for her but also at the words, and says just before sleep consumes her "I know" she answers. "Rydw i'n dy garu di hefyd"

Translations:

wyt ti'n iawn? – are you alright?

Hunllef arall? – Another nightmare?

Gwyddoch yr wyf yn caru chi, yn iawn? – You know I love you, right?

rydw i'n dy garu di hefyd – I love you too