Chapter 27

A/N: Thanks to those who review this story. For those who don't, well I can't say much but thanks for reading I guess . Now lets see what Kitten and Dave have to say, huh? Lmao

Dave watched her intently trying to see if she would answer him. He pulled closer to her and made her look at him. He saw that the tears in her eyes had begun spilling down her cheeks. Dave brushed them away with his thumbs before asking again. "Kitten, who is Damian?"

Kitten looked into Dave's eyes before taking a shaky deep breath. Once she got her tears to stop she sniffled and let out small laugh. "Damian. Damian Porter.", she said with a giggle. She looked over to the window on her left. "Damian was my last foster father. He was a great man, was being the key word. He was supportive of everything I did or wanted to do. He made a great dad and I will always love him for that.", she said quietly. Kitten then turned her attention back to Dave's eyes. He saw love and affection for this Damian.

"Damian is Jamaican. He moved here from Jamaica when he was a boy. His father had died of Leukemia when he was a baby, so he and his mother moved to Los Angeles.", she said smiling weakly. She took a deep breath before continuing. "When he adopted me, he lived with his mom at the time. Since she was old, he took care of her with me at the same time. We were a happy family. Me, Damian and Gram. Aww, Gram! She was great. She was the perfect grandmother. Always spoiling me and such. It was like I was born right into the family."

"She sounds like a great woman,"

"She was.", Kitten said with a sniffle. She wiped a tear away and shook her head. "Gram died when I turned sixteen. She was just too old and her heart just gave out. Well her death really took a toll on Damian. He wasn't the same after her funeral."

"How so?"

"He began to drink and smoke pot. More than he usually did. He would be out all night with gangs and women. He brought them to the house all the time. I would have to stay in my room, sometimes with out food. I would sneak down when the coast was clear just so I could eat something before I went to bed."

"That's horrible."

"That's not the worst part. Some of the women he brought to the house were mostly prostitutes from the corners of the hood we lived in. They were real bitches to me. One even tried to get me to try being one of them.", she replied. Dave stared at her wide eyed. She nodded her head before laying her head on Dave's right shoulder facing his neck. He could feel her hot breath escape her lungs as she breathed out. He began rubbing her back trying to make her feel better. After a couple of seconds, she continued with a giggle. "One even tried to kill me."

"What?"

"Yeah, her name was Patricia. I never forget her. Damian had a gun in the house. A gun I was completely scared of. She found it one day, when Damian went out with a couple of friends. I didn't know she was in the house when I came back from school. Anyways, when I walked in, there she was sittin on the couch, with a beer in one hand and the pistol in the other. Right off the bat I knew something was up. A drunk bitch on the couch with Damian's gun, wasn't a good sign. Especially from a bitch who didn't like me."

"What did you do?"

"What every person in their right mind would do, run! And so I did. I ran out of the house and into the park, only to have bullets flying in my direction. I thank God now for that day."

"Why?"


"Because, if she wasn't drunk, I wouldn't be here today.", she said with a smile. Dave shook his head and yawned. Kitten felt him stop rubbing her back and looked up to see him yawn. "Why don't you go to bed?"

"Oh no, you are telling me why Damian would get Gene to attack you? Even if we have to spend the whole night."

"Oh okay, you sure you are up to it?"

"I'm sure, now continue."

"Fine. Well anyways, I run from the house and return later than night. I find her and Damian making out on the couch. I try to sneak upstairs but get caught. Damian yells at me first, telling me to come down. So I do, slowly. Damian has little patience with me when he was drunk, so before I even got to the last five steps, he comes up and drags me down. I almost broke me leg that night."

"What happens afterward."

"He yelled at me, asking me why I would steal his gun."

"That bitch! Did you tell him about her tryin to shoot you?"

"Yeah I did. Didn't listen though. He thought I was lying and… well he hit me.", she said softly. She felt herself beginning to cry again but stopped when she felt Dave's hand rubbing up and down her spine.

"Kitten, I'm sorry."

"Me too. It wasn't as bad as my senior year though."

"What happened your senior year?"

"Well I turned eighteen."

"Isn't that a good thing though?"

"In most cases yeah. I thought so too. I was all set to move out and stuff when I graduated, but something happened. You see, Damian was getting money from the government since he adopted a child… but once I turned eighteen it stopped coming."

"He was getting money from the Government?", Dave asked. He then realized something. "Wait, that's how he was paying for everything right? The booze and shit?"

"Yeah, so you could imagine what was going through his mind when the money stopped coming. But he had a back up plan in mind.", she replied. Dave looked at her curiously, trying to make out what she meant. She sighed and finally got off of Dave. She stood up and took her tank top off. Dave watched as she took it off and threw it to the floor behind them. She walked over to her bottle of water sitting on the night stand next to the bed before taking it back to Dave. "Give me your left hand.", she asked him. Dave didn't know what she was doing but did as he was asked.

Kitten slowly took his hand and pour water over it, just enough to wet his skin properly. She then set the bottle on the floor and took his hand in her. Turning around so that her back was facing him, she moved her hair to her over her chest before taking and guiding his hand over her ribs and back. As Dave's wet hand moved over her skin, he soon knew what Damian's plans had been. He felt scars beneath his fingertips. As soon as his hand went over them, they were visible to his eyes. "Why didn't I see this before?"

"Make up does wonders", she lowly stated. Dave let go of her before he poured more water on both hands and began going over her whole back. Second by second, more of Kitten's back was being uncovered. The more skin showed the more scars appeared. Her tattoo had covered most but they still showed through.

"What make up do you use?"

"Just a cream that softens the skin. The skin around the scars are tense. The cream loosens the skin up…"

"Causing the scars to disappear."

"Well, less visible.", she corrected. Dave nodded and set his hands down on his knees. He sighed heavily making Kitten turn to him. "Dave, I never wanted you to know this…"

"Why? So you could hold this burden alone? No Kitten. I'm glad you told me. From now on, I want you with me at all times."

"Here we go again… Dave… I know you want to protect me and everything, but we're not together anymore."

"That's fine. I know that I don't deserve a second chance. I just want you to be safe okay. Nothing more."

"…. I don't know, Dave. After everything that happened and is going to happen, I just don't know.'

"If Damian comes after you again, who will be there to help you when you need it. He wants to get his money Kit. Do you really think he will stop at one. He wants you with him, and thats something I won't let happen. You can try and keep me away but I want to be there for you…"

"But…"

"Even if we're not together anymore Kit. Just please let me be there for you.", Dave pleaded. Kitten sighed on defeat making Dave's heart leap. He had her, both he and her knew it. She smiled at him before cupping his jaw in her hands. She pulled him closer and kissed his forehead. He closed his eyes as he felt her lips touch his skin. He pulled her closer to him and rested his head on her shoulder. Kitten completed the hug by wrapping her arms around his back and shoulders.

"Fine, you win. But when I say back off, I want you to back off."

"Yeah alright. I'll do my best.", he mumbled into her neck. She giggled and tightened the hug around him. He yawned again, causing Kitten to pull back. She shook her head and walked over to the broken shards of mirror glass. Dave watched her and saw that she began to pick some of the shards up. "Kitten, leave them. I don't need you to cut yourself too."

"I was just moving them out of the way, just incase we forget about them."

"Good idea."

"I thought so too", she said cheekily. Once she moved all of the shards away, she brushed her self off as she stood up and walked over to the bed. She sat down on the left side and took her socks off before standing up again and taking her shorts off. Dave sat back and watched from the foot of the bed, where he had been sitting all this time. It wasn't until Kitten pulled back the covers and looked up, that she noticed he was still here. "Umm, Dave?"

"Yeah?"

"Aren't you going to your room now?"

"What? I thought I could stay here?", he pouted.

"Dave! Come on seriously?"

"… Oh fine… I'll go back to my room", Dave replied sulking. Kitten sighed heavily before she sat down and patted the spot next to her. "Thanks Kit…"

"Don't push it.", she replied. She smiled as he started stripping down and heading over to the other side of the bed. She settled in before Dave even pulled the covers off his own side. Dave moved in and turned the light off next to him. Turning around, he found that Kitten was sleeping already. She was facing the window and breathing slowly. He smiled at her before giving her a kiss on the head. "She fell asleep so fast. Finally I'm guessing that she was holding all that in, kept her from sleeping. Thank god she's at peace now", Dave thought to himself. He kissed her head again before falling asleep staring at the ceiling.

Kitten woke up a couple of hours later. She shivered underneath the covers, causing her to move closer to Dave, unconsciously. Dave woke up as well when he felt Kitten's right hand move from up his stomach and onto his chest. She pressed her body to him, and shivered. He opened his eyes slowly and looked down to see her fingers and nails cringing into his skin. He could also feel her short breaths on his back. He sighed and slowly turned to face her. She never opened her eyes, but could feel the change in body parts. She moaned sleepily before she heard Dave shushing her. "Go back to sleep Kitten. I know it's cold in here, but you need to get some sleep.", he whispered. He moved her hand to his back and again she pressed him to her. She moved closer and snuggled her face into his chest sighing in the process. Dave moved his hand onto the back of her head. She laid on his right bicep as if it was pillow. The same arm was wrapped around her body, with his hand on the small of her back. He rubbed a spot on her back affectionately, trying to warm her and comfort her. She moved her left hand up onto his chest. "Thanks Dave… for everything…"

"No problem babe. I'm here for you…", he replied sleepily.