It was silent throughout the room as you held her naked body against yours, buried beneath the blankets of her bed. Her silent breathing as she slept calmed you down immensely. You took another deep heavy breath as you kissed her hair, just holding her closer.

This had to be a dream.

But then again, there was always a flaw.

In every perfect plan, there is a flaw.

And in this case, this heaven that you call Mitchie, there was one as well. Like the fact that when you got home, you were dead. Your dad wanted you home by 11 and it was currently -you look over at the clock- 4:04 in the morning. You bite your lip, for some reason, smiling big no matter how much trouble you know you are going to be in. Because you love her. And she loves you. And at the moment, that is all that really matters.

To you at least.

You feel your heart rate increase as you see her eyes open and watching you suddenly as you are watching her. You bite your lip and smile warmly at her. "Hi." you whisper, loosening your grip so that you can get a better look. She narrows her eyes slightly. "Hi.." she mumbles, blinking hard and looking up at you again. "What's wrong?" she whispers quietly, suddenly avoiding all eye contact. You give her body a reassuring squeeze against yours, smiling softly. "Absolutely nothing." you reply. And yet, she still looks unsure.

But why?

"Was I that bad?" she whispered shyly, looking away from you once again. Your eyes narrow instantly. Bad? How could she honestly think that?

"Mitchie," you whisper, making her look at you by grabbing her chin softly. "That was just about the best night of my entire life. Don't even think that you were bad. You were amazing." you say gently. "Fucking incredible." you mutter, throwing your head back against the pillows, remembering all of the night's events. "Are you lying?" you hear her voice silently fill the room. You laugh breathlessly. "Absolutely not." you reply. You look down to see her smile at you. "I love you." you caress her cheek. You can see from the dim lighting that there was a small blushing crawling across her cheeks. "I love you too." she whispers, once again making your heart skip. "Weren't you supposed to be home last night?" she suddenly remembers. You ignore the pang in your stomach as she says so. You shake your head. "I am not leaving." you inform her. There was no way you were going to have sex with her then leave her alone. No matter what the circumstances. "Nate..." she mumbles, unsure. "Nate he is going to be really mad. It is better to just go now than later, making him madder."

"I know." you mutter. "But I can't just leave you." you remind her. "Not after we just-"

"Nate. Don't worry about it. I know you wouldn't do that to me for some reason..." she became quiet.

"What?"

"For some reason I believe that you are going to come back." she mumbled, looking away from you momentarily. You sigh, kissing her lips softly then sitting up. "I will be right back." you promise. "I mean it." you say again, not sure if she believes you or not. You would of course, understand why she wouldn't believe you. Who would after they went through what she did? But you could tell by the smile that she gave you that she did. And that was all you really needed. So you pulled on your clothes, kissed her one more time, and walked out.

After Nate leaves, you lay back against the pillow, taking a deep breath. That night actually just happened. It went from an innocent -sort of- date, to a night filled with passion. And it wasn't even supposed to. This truly has been a long day. You feel a small knot in your stomach as you hope that Nate's father is asleep and not up waiting for him. Who knows what that man will do to him.

Then you feel guilt bubble inside of you as you remember all of the things that he has done to Nate.

And you just let him go back to him.

You shoot up out of bed, instantly reaching around in the dark for your clothes. Once you feel a familiar fabric on the ground, you grab it, realizing it is Nate's shirt. You stop momentarily, wondering what he could have possibly left in, until you realize that he only grabbed his tank top, rather than his t-shirt as well. You sigh, slipping it on anyway, realizing that you were just wasting time on unimportant things. You looked around, not bothering for a bra or your underwear. You slipped on your shorts, forgot your shoes, and bolted out the door.

"Nate..." you mutter to yourself, becoming more and more worried as you ran barefoot across the ice cold, black pavement of the road. Minutes later, your heart rate increases, despite your recent exercising, as you reach his house. You notice his car in the drive way as you walk up the pavement. You hiss slightly as you realize the sidewalk is much colder against your bare feet. When you get to the door, you realize that it is ajar. You take another step forward until you hear yelling.

"GOD DAMMIT SHANE! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?!" you hear someone yell. You feel your stomach drop as you peer inside to see the drunken, abusive man, hovering over Shane as he lies on the floor. "I don't-know." Shane almost sobs, making your eyes tear up as well.

What is going on? Where is Nate?

You notice a baseball bat in the corner of your eye suddenly lift. Your head shoots towards it, only to see Nate, trembling with what you can tell is anger, picking it up and prowling towards them. Your breathing stops as you gasp, causing Nate to look over at you. His eyes widen. "Mitchie!" he mouths. You barely hear him as Shane is hit again across the face. You see blood spray out slightly, causing your stomach to wrench. You feel sick. You feel as if you are going to collapse. You look back over at Nate, who is motioning for you to get out. You ignore him and look back over, unable to move. As Shane is hit again, you can tell that even Nate has had enough. He takes another step forward with the bat. Just as he is about to swing, his father freezes and turns around instantly pinning Nate against the wall, pressing the bat against his neck. "Nate!" you gasp, not even realizing what you were doing until it was too late. His father's head snaps towards you, glaring evily. "Who the fuck are you?" he asks, his words slurring slightly. He turns on Nate again. "Who the fuck is she?" he screams, making Nate flinch as he gasps for air. Your heart stops. Everything is happening too fast.

He punches Nate.

Nate falls.

He tosses the bat at him.

He comes towards you. You back away slowly as he eyes your outfit. "You little fucking-" he starts, pulling his arm back.

Then suddenly, he is on the floor. Bat connected with the back of his head.

Bloody Shane is standing above him, quickly grabbing you and pulling you away. Mr. Gray quickly gets up off of the floor and goes at Shane.

Shane swings the bat again.

Everything else is almost a blur. The flashing blue and red lights. The police. The questions. The blood. Nate. Shane. You. Him.

Jason Gray Sr. Was arrested shortly after. Nate and Shane Gray were rushed to the hospital. You found Nate's keys and drove yourself to the hospital. And now, here you were. Just after checking on Shane, thanking him as well for saving your life, you are in Nate's hospital room. It is around 7 in the morning now. He is dead asleep as you sit besides him, brushing your hand across his cheek softly. You figure he must be out due to the painkillers they have him on at the moment.

And all you can hope is that everything will get better from here.

You can hope.

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