Love

We continued for hours it felt like, it felt as if the night had passed and it was just me and him.

When we finally thought enough was enough, we lay there, panting, groaning.

"Your not too bad if I do say so myself." Chandler says, looking my body up and down.

"If your lucky, you might get another go." I say, rolling over onto my side. My fingers trail down Chandlers v-line, until he grabs my hand.

"Lauren.." He whispers.His blue eyes meet mine, with his damp hair falling delicately on to his face, and a smile forms across his face. "Be mine?" He says, intwining his fingers with mine."Forever." I say, burying my head into his chest."And always." He simply replies.

When I first Met Chandler, I thought he was some punk-ass kid that was gonna be a fucker. I thought me and him were going to be too different, no similarities and we'd fight. That's honestly what I fought. But who would have known after a week and bit of knowing him, I'd develop feelings for him and then he'd get in my pants. He wasn't my first, I'll be honest, a year ago, with a boy named Daniel. I was drunk, so was he, so it was a fling I guess. It wasn't serious, and I didn't really 'enjoy it'.It was just heat of the moment kind of thing. But with Chandler it felt real, it felt special. It felt right.

As we lay there, the winds blows through the trees, and the TV still plays as background noise. But all I focus my hearing on is the sound of Chandlers breaths, I can feel his heartbeat and it makes me feel safe.

And the strangest thing is, he's mine. All mine, that kid who smokes, gets pissed, is punk, has piercings, tattoos, doesn't give a shit about anything, is mine. He doesn't sound perfect, but he's perfect for me.

I fall asleep to the gentle sound of his heart beat, and I guess he falls asleep to the sound of mine.

<8am following morning>

The room was silent, until my phone vibrates against the side table, causing me to jolt up, and awake from my sleep.

As I go to unlock my phone, I see it was my mum calling me, but I picked it up none the less.

"*yawn* hello?" I say."Lauren, get here now." My mothers stern voice felt as if it shattered through the phone. "Why?" I ask, confused. "Someone's here for you." "Erm, who?" I say, trying to wake chandler, but he was a very heavy sleeper. "Lauren, it's your father. He wants to take you to New Zealand with him. He's not taking no for an answer." "No! I'm not going with him, not after everything he's ever done. No." "Lauren, come now. Or I'll get you myself." My mum finishes, before hanging up.

"What was that all about?" Chandler moans, whilst stretching. "My dad's back." "What's so bad about that? Yeah, my old mans a prick, but come on yours can't be that bad." Chandler says, straightening his posture from slouching to sitting up right.

I stand up, and reveal one of the major scars on my back. I'm not entirely sure how Chandler didn't notice it last night, but it was on my back. "He did this to me."

My dad use to abuse me and my mum, when I was little, I'd hate going swimming cause I'd have bruises up my legs, and cuts too. I don't want to go with him. And he certainly isn't making me.

"What did he do?" Chandler asks, holding my hand."He burnt me. With an iron. I was sitting down, and I said something. He asked me to come over, it was silent, then he pressed it onto my back."

"I'm so sorry." He says."I need to go, if I'm too long, God knows what he'll do."