To stand by him

hello so, i am going to be gone for about a week so i wanted to give a quick update until i get back so i can write something very dramatic, some cute Chris and Anna moments here, hope you enjoy :)

Chris and I arrived at his house, he turning off the engine of his truck he hoped out and then came to my side and opened my door for me.

"You sure you want me to stay here?" I asked jumping down from his truck.

"It's not my best choice, but it is my only choice." Chris shrugged shutting the door.

"Your dad's home." I pointed out, seeing the beat up old car in the driveway in front of his truck.

"Probably passed out drunk on the couch."

"Probably?" I asked raising my eyebrows and shying away from the small path leading to the front door.

"Hey, I told you I ain't gonna let anything hurt you." He said taking my hand in his rough calloused ones.

"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you. Chris I see what he does to you every night." I said touching a faint bruise on his left arm, he frowned and looked at it.

"Does it bother you?" he asked pulling his shirt sleeve down to cover it. I rolled my eyes.

"Of course it bothers me Chris I don't want to see you beaten up!"
"No I mean, the bruises and. . . scars and stuff do they scare you?" he asked looking down at the ground.

"What? oh. . .OH! Chris no, that's not what- no Chris I don't like seeing you hurt the scars and stuff only bother me because I think of the pain you must have gone through to get them, you don't need to be insecure about them." I tugged on his hands which made him look at me.

"Right." he breathed "Well look I'll make sure he's not awake then I'll come get you okay?"

I nodded and watched him walk up the steps, he barely cracked open the door, had a split second look and then came back.

"Okay we're safe." he said.

"You didn't even look!"

"Yeah I did, trust me he's out cold." he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the front door, clearly surprised by the lack of fight I put up. He opened the door and stepped inside, "Welcome to hell." I followed, the smell almost knocked me over, it was a strong and stale stench of alcohol and cigarettes, winston butts sat on the stained and burnt couch, I hoped to god that those were ketchup stains rather then blood, either way I jumped like a kid playing hopscotch to avoid them.

"You okay?" Chris asked an amused smile on his face when I slammed into his back.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to be strong since I felt so odd standing in his house. True to his word Chris's dad was passed out on the couch in an old white muscle shirt with old yellow stains on it with old blue jeans hanging loosely on his hips, he was unshaven his mouth slightly open but he was a silent sleeper.

I followed Chris into his bedroom, it was small with the bed pushed up against the window, a dresser next to it and a chair and desk in the corner. On the desk was multiple papers and books as well as a lamp and dull pencil.

The floor was blue carpet and the walls a dark green with a few holes in it that I was sure was put there by a human fist.

Chris shut the door and put the chair under the door knob.

"Just in case." he said noticing my stare.

"I still don't get why you insist on me being here."

"Because you're a stubborn ass." he said sitting on the bed.

"Wow went five minutes without insulting me, its a record!" I said sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest, I walked over to his desk and lifted a paper from the desk, to see a large spider on the chipped wood.

I let out a small yelp and jumped onto the bed with Chris.

"What?" he asked alarmed.

"There is a spider from the bowels of hell sitting on your desk!" I cried pointing to his desk.

"What?"

"I swear to god that thing could take out Tokyo its that big! Kill it!"

"Let me get this straight, Winston, Anna Winston, the girl that tried to take on Ace and his gang, the girl that faces her drunken dad and dodged a train is scared of spiders?" he asked amused at my fear.

Yes I have a fear of spiders, when I was little Billy French brought in his pet tarantula to show and tell. When I was sleep at nap time, the spider escaped its cage and I awoke with it on my face.

"Kill it!" I demanded. He got up from his bed and swiftly slammed his hand on the desk killing it with his palm.

"It's dead." he whispered as if it was the best kept secret in the world.

"You can never touch me with that hand again!" I said as he wiped his hand on a tissue.

"it was a spider, not a poisonous snake or something." he laughed sitting on the bed with me. I shuffled away from him.

"that's close enough." I said.

"Oh Anna, look" he held up his hands for me to see. "it's not there anymore"

yes his palms looked clean but I knew that they weren't the spider was still on them.

"Don't touch me." I warned him.

"What you gonna do if I do?" he teased coming closer.

"Chris I swear!"

"What?" he brought his hand to me and placed it on my cheek, I grimaced and snatched his wrist in my hand twisting it, I stood and placed my other hand on his shoulder pushing his face towards the ground and holding his arm up in the air.

"Damn I taught you good." Chris groaned as I twisted his arm a little farther.

"I warned you."

"Yeah you did." he said "Can you please let go now?" I laughed and let go of him, he fell to the ground face first in a heap.

"Come on pick up whats left of your pride up and get up."

"haha you're funny." Chris got up from the ground and sat on his bed again, I walked over to his desk and picked up a book.

Law and order.

Right Chris wanted to be a lawyer, I didn't know his grades or anything but I was sure they were pretty good if he was that serious about it.

Chris Chambers did not give up easily, and he was stubborn way too stubborn.

"Not the most exciting read." he said interrupting my thoughts.

"I think you'd make a good lawyer, you sure can argue really well." I said putting the book down.

"See arguing with you isn't a game of chance I need practice." he smiled I rolled my eyes at him and picked up a picture frame.

"This your mom?" I asked holding up the picture, it was of a very young girl, with pretty blonde hair assuming it was a picture of his mom in her younger years.

"uh no, that's Megan." He said taking the picture away from me and putting it down.

"Cousin?" I asked.

"Uh no, ex-girlfriend." that I was not expecting.

Why did he have a picture of his ex girlfriend on his desk?

As if reading my mind he responded.

"She was a really good friend too, then she moved away." oh okay I guess that's okay then, besides I'm his girlfriend now and I knew where his feelings were. But it still bothered me that he had a picture of her, I mean I wasn't the jealous type at all but I was the one that doesn't trust easily and this bothered me a bit.

"You don't have to worry about her, she's gone moved away a long time ago." he said resting his hands on my hips pulling me closer to him.

"Do you miss her?"

"Not so much now that I have you." he whispered.

"That's a good answer." I smiled.

Chris smirked and dipped his head and kissed me, sliding my hands up to his shoulders I let him deepen the kiss.

He pressed into me to push my back into the desk, as his fingers slipped under my shirt at the back, his rough fingers cold against my flushed skin. I whimpered and pulled away from him.

"Whats wrong?" he asked concerned, lifting a hand to brush my hair from my face.

"It's just Your dad is in the next room." he gave me a wolfish grin.

"He ain't gonna wake up." he leaned over me again gracing me with another kiss as his fingers massaged my back, I knew he was disappointed when I pulled back again.

"Chris stop."

"I don't want to." he whined trailing kisses up and down my neck, which sent delicious shivers down my spine but also set a knot in my stomach.

"what are you five?"

"If I was I wouldn't want to fool around with ya." he muttered against my neck. My eyes widened, Chris was way too open with what he said most of the time, and it usually left me shocked and embarrassed but he seemed to have no problem with his words.

Dragging his lips along my jaw he kissed me again, slipping his tongue between my lips He tasted like cigarettes and for some odd reason chocolate, I loved the way he tasted and without knowing it my fingers were now brushing into his hair earning me a low growl from Chris throat that vibrated through his chest. His hands slipped further up my back and I felt myself panic again. Suddenly my mind didn't know I was kissing Chris anymore, it was like I was being kissed by someone else, charlie. Whimpering again caused Chris to pull away from me.

"Okay, alright I'm sorry." he breathed giving me a quick peck.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be." he assured taking my hand and pulling me towards the bed.

I sat down on the edge with Chris and he slung his arm around my shoulders.

"I know you're not gonna hurt me chris, it's just-"
"I know, well I don't know but I get what you're saying. I'm not gonna force you into anything you don't want to do." he whispered. "I'm not him."

"I know you're not." '

"Lets not talk about it okay? Lets talk about something else."

"Well what do you wanna talk about?" I asked him he shrugged.

"Do you remember anything about your mom?'

"Not really, I remember her guys more then her." I admitted.

"I don't remember my mom all that much either." he said.

That was a lie, I was sure of it, Chris refused to talk about his mom, it was a way too touchy subject for him.

Sometimes we would sit in the diner or walk around the nieghborhood I catch him looking off into the distance completely disconnected from anything else, and I know he's reliving a memory of his mom. But I let it slide, if he doesn't want to talk about it then I won't make him.

"Well i-" I stopped dead hearing a noise coming outside the door.

"What?" Chris asked.

"Chris I thought you said your dad was out cold?" he gave me a funny look.

"he is."

"Well I heard something outside-"

"Chris?" A voice called out. Chris's eyes widened, I thought they might pop out of his head, he shot up from the bed and ran to the door holding his ear up to the door.

"You said he was in a drunken sleep!" I hissed at him standing up from the bed as well.

"It's not my dad." he said. "It's my brother."

Aha I'm a jerk for stopping it there, but i promise it will be worth the wait.

Comment and review please and have a great day :)

-L.J