High Hopes (Chris Motionless)

Dire Threats

Arabella POV

I haven't spent any genuine time with Chris in a while. Everything is just rushed with us. I've been busy with...well, nothing. Volleyball and swim season are over. I no longer work at AA anymore, never showed up so they fired me. It's not like I NEED their money anyways.

Chris is anyways rehearsing with his band of four. He has every excuse in the book to have a reason as of why the band is more important that me. I understand though. I can't be his number one priority. I mean, we are teenagers.

My phones' vibration on my bed snapped me from my thoughts immediately. Chris' caller ID popped up and I smiled. "Hey, baby," I answered.

I could hear him sigh on the other end, "Babe, I'm coming over. We need to talk,"

I swallow, hard. Feeling the knots in my throat form. "Okay. When will you be here?"

"Open the door,"

Opening the door, I find a tear stained, blood-shot eyes of Chris. He had a bloody lip, bruised knuckles and bloody nose.

Tears started to well up in my eyes, single droplets of them falling quickly. "Baby, what happened?" I pulled him inside quickly, rushing him to my bathroom.

"Arabella?" he avers. "Arabella, please. Please ba-,"

"Please? Please what? Christopher what happened to you? Who did this to you?"

"Don't leave me," he whispers.

"Baby, what's going on?" I ask him palming both sides of his face.

"Your friends. They...they beat me up. They said I don't deserve someone like you. They said that if we weren't broken up by tomorrow, they'll put me in the hospital. His...his...one of there names were Franklin, I think. I...I don't remember. Please don't leave me."

"Chris, I promise I'm not going to leave you okay, baby? Just me and you. Me and you forever."

I finish cleaning the blood from his face and he strips from his clothes, leaving him in his boxers. It's a bit cold in my room he "says"...he says it's cold but that was just a silly excuse for him to cuddle with me. He can cuddle me whenever he pleases.

He leans in, giving me soft kisses on my lips and neck.

"We should-"

"No, Chris," I pull away. "You're not in the right frame of mind right now."

"But-"

"No. Go to sleep. Then your face can heal faster."

"Fine," he cuddles me closer and I kiss his forehead. "I love you."

I smile.

"Don't just smile. Tell me you love me too. Stop denying it. I need to hear you say you love me,"

"Goodnight, Chris."

He hovers over me, kissing and biting my neck, leaving bite marks and hickies. He goes my for shorts but I stop him pushing his hand away.

"Okay, okay,"

"Okay what?" he breaths.

"I love you. I love you Christopher."

He smiles. "But um.. when... when do you actually think we do it? You know sex can bring us way closer on a way higher level babe."

"Chris sex isn't on my mind right now. Who did this to you is. I'm not gonna let this slide-"

"No babe just leave it. I'm okay now. I've got you. You're all that matters to me. And that girl Franklin is with, she's fucking crazy. You don't wanna fuck with her."

"Look here, fucking with the things I love WILL get you fucked up. Chris I'm from DC, not here in Scranton. I will fuck some shit up, believe that babe."

He smile once more. "I love you. You're amazing in every way."

"I love you too baby. Now go to sleep."

He nuzzles into my neck and quickly falls asleep. I stay awake, thinking about why Franklin, my ex would do something like this. It's not like he cared about me anyways.