I Won't Give up.

Chapter 4

He's so adorable.

Gianna's POV.

When we finished paying we went over to the sliding doors. He unwrapped the plastic cover from the crutches and helps me stand up to get used to them.

He walks as I hop to the car in silence. When we get to his car, he opens the door for me and helps me in. He grabs the crutches sliding them into the back seat with my board.

"Are you alright with coming to my house for a little bit?" He says not looking at me but putting the key in the ignition. "Yeah, if you want me to, sure." He smiled, exhaled through his nose, and closed his eyes before putting the car into reverse.

He backs out of the parking space and drives about 5 minutes to his house.

Knowing it was going to be big, I braced myself and told myself not to freak out.

As a kid, my family never really had money. Now, it isn't to bad.

I grab the crutches from the back and slide them across my legs. I open the door and swing my foot to the ground. Before I knew it he was right by my side helping me.

We got to his door and he went in first. There was a big step so I stopped and looked at him as to say "How do you expect me to get up there?" He nods and says "Ah, right." He steps down and gets behind me. He grabs me by my hips and as soon as he does this I flinch, take his hands away, and look back at him. He releases his grip and comes in front of me. I look down and frown. He puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head up.

I stopped him because I have an eating disorder. Bulimia is something that I have dealt with for years and it haunts me every day. I don't want him to feel how thin I am. But I think it might be too late for that. I catch myself looking straight into his eyes.

"Listen to me, Gianna. You are so beautiful. You are an amazing girl and I have only been with you for 2 hours of the day. You do not need to do whatever you're doing to be beautiful." He says slowly. I feel the tears on the urge of sliding down my face. One slides down. Then another. And I feel him pull me into a hug.

My ear is up to the left side of his chest allowing me to hear his heart pounding and his chin resting on my head. His hands are sliding up and down my back. And in a way, I have never felt so loved.

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from his chest looking deep into my eyes. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. I see his eyes watering and he continues to look at me. This time, he speaks so softly that I just want to cuddle up to him and listen to his voice the rest of my life. "You are so beautiful. Do not ever forget that."

He goes behind me once more continuing where we left off. He grabs my hips and tightens his grip around them but as gently as he could. I look down focusing on the step and hop up. I smile and see Brendon appear out of the corner of my eye. His back is turned to me and my smile quickly fades remembering what happened.

He heads in first to help me up the last step and we go over to the couch and sit down "That was exhausting." I say as I fling my head back. "For you, because you are crippled. I have all the energy in the world." He says as he starts laughing. Then he gets up and goes out the door.

He comes back in with the Wal-Mart bag and begins to grab the things out of it and walks into the kitchen. When he comes out he has the wrap for my leg out of the package.

"Alright." He says sitting down, grabbing my leg and swinging it up to his lap. "Let's get you all better." He laughs with a wink. "Okay, Dr. Urie." I say. When he finished wrapping my leg, we sit there in silence. "So what now?" I say as he looks over. "Hmm." He hums. "Tell me about your life at home?"

"Well I am an only child. I live in a house with my mom and my dog, Lucy. I haven't seen my dad in over 3 years. He walked out on us a while back and I didn't understand it then but I do now.

My mom has been there for me through thick and thin and even though she had a rough past, she is sober now and she works 2 jobs to fix everything.

When my dad left, she became empty. She started drinking. And getting more...violent." I say clearly as he gives me a sad, apologetic look. I continue. "She started throwing her bottles at me when she would drink all of her alcohol. And she would get mad over stupid little things like me waking up to early because then she couldn't sleep in.

She is better now, though. Much better. And she has changed.

But I will always have all the scars that she gave me when she wasn't stable." I say. Feeling as if I was released of something that has been holding me for years. This is the first time I ever told anyone about my past. The only other person who knows is Avrielle and that is because she was there.

"I am so sorry, Gianna." He whispers as he wipes the tear on my cheek away with his thumb.

"I get this feeling whenever you say my name. I don't know what it is, but it's something." I say, quickly regretting it, not knowing his reaction. I close my eyes and nervously wait for the response.

The dread goes away as I hear him say, "I thought it was only me." He leans in for a kiss and I slowly drift off to a whole different place. I hold his face as he pulls away. "How's your leg?" He says with the smile that I love.

I know that escalated really fast, but I like fast...so there.