As our kisses deepened, Marco rolled us over so that he was now on top of me. I roamed his body with my hands; feeling his hard abs and pecks under his shirt. He began moving his kisses down my jaw line to my neck and back to my mouth. When he moved the kisses back down to the crook of my neck for a second time I felt a sharp pain and let out a little gasp. Within seconds Marco's body weight was gone and I was left lying there alone. When I sat up and looked around he was no were to be found but David was sitting on the Rocks near the cliff's edge.

"Have you been there this whole time? Where's Marco?" I asked

He glared at me like the first question insulted him or grossed him out and said "I've come to take you home."

"Where's Marco, David?" I asked again

"Marco's…………on time out………..Just…….forget about it, I'm taking you home." he answered while walking towards me.

He held out his hand to help me up and once I was on my feet he grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me toward him, so that I was looking directly into his eyes. At first I thought he was going to kiss me but his eyes changed to that strange yellow colour like Marco's had and he said "You look tired, You should sleep."

"I'm not….." I tried to answer but I suddenly felt exhausted and was struggling to keep my eyes open.

"Sleep, just sleep doll face." he repeated. My brain began to feel like I was in a fog and I could feel all my limbs go slack before I drifted off.

When I opened my eyes I was lying on the blanket at the cliff and David was kneeling beside me; shaking my shoulder. I sat up pretty quickly and looked around for Marco. David must have known I was looking for his brother and said "Max needed to speak with Marco and since I knew where he took you I showed up to tell him, you were fast asleep in his arms and neither one of us wanted to disturb you so I told him I'd take you home for him."

I sat there for a few seconds trying to figure out why his story didn't feel quite right to me but the last thing I could remember was looking at the beautiful night sky with Marco. David held out his hand to help me up.

The drive home was silent and he didn't drive crazy fast like Marco. He helped me climb off his bike and right as I was about to shut the door, he said "I'll make sure Marco makes it up to you."

I smiled at him and mouthed thanks.

"Good night little sister." he said before starting his bike and driving off.

It had been a week since my date with Marco and the rest of the boys kept distracting me every time I asked about him. Every evening one of them would show up at my house and ask me to hang out with them. They claimed they wanted to get to know me since Max and my mom were getting married in a couple of weeks and that Marco was just busy running errands for Max out of town.

Tonight I was hanging out with Paul. He wanted to go to a concert on the beach. He picked out my outfit which was a band t-shirt cut into a crop top, black jean shorts, fishnet stocking and of course my black doc martens. He also teased my hair to look kinda like his and did my make up all punk rocker like. Soon the two of us were off to the concert. The band was a Motley Crue cover band and they were playing on the beach right in the sand.

Paul got us some drinks and the two of us danced to the music in the crowd of people. At some point joints were passed around and I thought "Why the hell not?" I took it from Paul and took a big drag, causing me to cough. After a few more drinks and drags from the joint I began to forget all about Marco and let loose. Paul was dancing with a couple of girls and one of them began dancing with me. She ran her hands up and down my body and grinded up against me. Soon I somehow was being grinded against by the two girls and Paul.

At one point he tilted my head back and kissed me while blowing the smoke from his joint right into my mouth. I don't remember a damn thing from the rest of the night after that and when I woke up the first thing I noticed was I was lying on an old leather couch; I was freezing cold. and I had a pounding headache.

I slowly opened my eyes to see the roof of what appeared to be a cave of some sort. The cave/room began to spin so I shut my eyes again. That's when I heard a blood curdling scream that made my blood run cold. There was a second even more blood curdling scream and I became completely terrified.

"Where the fuck am I and where the fuck is Paul?" I thought

I wasn't sure if I should jump up and make a run for it or hide, the whole cave area became eerily quiet, I decided to quickly sit but instantly regretted it cause the room spun do fast that I think I may have passed back out because the next thing I knew I could hear hushed male voices arguing but couldn't make out what they were saying.

When I heard the footsteps of someone approaching me I began to panic, but then a half leather clad hand brushed my hair out of my face and the person kissed my cheek gently. I somehow knew immediately that it was Marco. It was like a feeling washed over me saying "Hey it's me, your boy, I'm here babe." or something. I slowly opened my eyes.

"Hey beautiful." he said

"Marco." I said as I sat up and immediately wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn't even realise I was crying until he wiped a tear away.

He had a worried look on his face when he asked "What's wrong? Why are you so frightened? Did Paul do something to you?" He turned and glared towards a passageway to our right.

"No no……I just……I was scared…… I don't know where I am, I heard someone screaming."

"Someone screaming?" He glanced at the passageway again for a second then said "You must have been having a nightmare only the two of you were here when I got here, Paul said you passed out so he came here. This is where we live, our home."

"You live here?" I said shocked

"It's not so bad. Let me give you a tour." He said while holding his hand out to me.

I took his hand and got my first real look at the place. It appeared to be an old hotel that had sunk into the ground. There was a fountain in the middle of the cave with a chandelier in it and a poster on the far wall of Jim Morrison. Surf boards leaned against another wall, tool boxes and other things littered the floor and an old wheel chair sat on the other side of the fountain, to the far left appeared to be beds behind some curtains. Burning barrels and candles lit the place up giving it an eerie yet beautiful glow.

There were caves that branched off of the main one we were in and Marco took me down one to reveal what appeared to be an old pool. Candles were lit up all around the room and fresh water trickled in from the ceiling. There were fresh looking towels on either side of the pool as well as soaps and shampoos.

"This is our bathroom so to speak." he said before leading me to the next section.

It had a nice comfy looking couch and a chair; a ton of books on a makeshift bookshelf. There was a clothing rack with everything neatly hung on hangers, it was all black shirts and vests, and black jeans.

"This is David's area, if you ever want something to read this is the place to go."

The next section had the walls painted in beautiful bright colours and aboriginal designs painted everywhere. Handmade dream catchers littered the room along with beautiful bead work and carving out of wood. There was also an old ratty looking couch to the right with a boombox and a milk crate full of cassette tapes, skateboards and spare parts leaned against the wall. On the wall behind the couch was an unfinished painting. It had all the boys painted on it as well as Star and Laddie. When I got closer to it I realised the part unpainted was a rough sketch of me beside Marco that hadn't been painted yet.

"Yeah Dwayne likes to paint family portraits." Marco said before leading me out of the area.

The next section he took me down had curtains like the main room but they were black sheer and tapestries, behind them was a bed and a bookcase full of cassette tapes. Clothes littered the floor and there was a small desk and chair with a sketchbook, charcoal pencils and a boom box on it. There was a large bird cage open with a few pigeons in it to my right.as well as a few perches for the birds next to it.

"This is ah… my space." he said with a blush.

I walked around the room slowly before stopping at the desk and looking down at what he had drawn. It was a drawing of me on my balcony at night looking over at the ocean. It reminded me of the first night I heard the motorcycles wake me up.

I looked up at Marco who was sitting on the edge of his bed, biting his thumb and giving me a sheepish grin.

"This is beautiful, you're really good at drawing." I said.

"Thanks."

I slowly began making my way towards him. "Sooooo……..That was you guys that I heard on the beach when I first moved here."

"I guess." he replied

"Were you watching me Marco?" I asked as seductively as I could.

He tried to look away but I grabbed his chin and turned his face back towards me. I slowly leaned down and kissed him. I heard him moan before he stood up abruptly and said "I…… should take you home, it's….. getting pretty late."

He leaned in towards me and kissed me a few more times, when I started to get even a tiny bit heated he pulled away and said "Yeah, I really need to get you home."

He took my hand and led me back to the main cave area.