Before, After.

Six.

Like always I didn't have time to proof read this, exsuce errors!!

I watched as the rain dripped down on my window. Two internal splints temporarily fixed what Jon had done to me a few days agao. Luckily everything else was fine, I guess.

Every fiber of my being wondered why, why I felt the need to forgive him. But I did and I think it might be a long shot. I can't help myself though, as he lays sleeping behind me I can't help but feel sorry. I know pain is all he's ever known. Everyone's hurt him, everyone's left him. How could I be just another notch in the belt?

"Why are you awake?" His raspy voice spoke soundly.

I turned to face him, "It's noon. Most people's days started long ago."

He sighed rolling over, "It's going to be one of those days.."

He was right. It was one of those days. Just because I forgave him doesn't mean I don't hurt. I've never had a boyfriend let alone one that beat the hell out of me, all of this is new to me.

Reaching out I wrapped my arms around him from behind, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be like this. You've just got to let me get used to this. I have no idea what we are but I've never done this.."

He nodded his head without a word. I knew exactly what this meant. In the little time I've known Jon I've figured out what makes him tick and when he's mad. He's distant, he won't speak, and he see's red. That's when I know to give him some space.

So I get to my feet and walk down the hallway to my bathroom. Right as I smelt the all too familiar smell of Marlboro Black 100s I jumped into the shower washing my feelings down the drain.

Right when I got all the soap out of my hair the curtain opened exposing me to an already naked Jon. Try as best as I could I covered my body. To no avail he stepped through the threshold and moved my arms. I gasped as he licked his lips looking me up and down.

"Jon-"

"Shh. Let me talk," he inturupted, "You drive me crazy. I want to hold you close and never let anything hurt you but at the same time I can't help but think about my hands around the pretty little neck of yours." He stepped close and went straight to my neck, kissing it slowly. "You said you don't know what we are, neither do I." He moved to my ear and whispered, "But dollface, ypu belong to me."

After that I found myself pulling him to me. My arms flung around his neck as our lips found each other like magnets. Everything moved so fast it's like I didn't even care what was happening.
When I felt his hand touch my womanhood that's when I backed away. "Jon, I'm not ready.."

He looked down at me with his mesmerizing eyes. I figured any second he'd blow his top. When he stroke my cheek gently I couldn't help but be surprised.

"You're so innocent. I love that." He kissed me tenderly again before stepping out of the shower leaving me a withering mess.

God, he would be the death of me.

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"How's your little problem?"

I laughed, "Do I need to press charges? Because I will."

"Sweetheart, go right ahead. My nephew's the sheriff."

I rolled my eyes as i looked over the books in front of me. Jon had to run home to get a few things to stay the night so I walked up to the local book store. Little did I know this damn old lady would be here.

"All seriousness though, come to the diner. Let me buy you a cup of coffee. I've got a little story for you, then I'll leave you alone. Swear!"

I thought about it for a moment, "I'll take tea," I began walking to the exit if the book store.

She eventually caught up to me as I crossed the street to the tiny diner. It was odd of me, this woman has basically stalked me but I still felt the need to listen to her.

Taking a seat at a booth I ordered my tea while she ordered coffee. As the waitress left I stared at the older woman, "I've got things to do, can we make this snappy?"

"Of course." She tapped her chin, "Where to start.."

"The beginning, normally that's how it works." I smiled.

"I had a daughter. She'd be about your age today. Boy was the just the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. She was my pride and joy that, Daria. Her and I had a real connection since she'd been born. It didn't matter where I was going, she was right beside me. When she was a freshman her father left me. I guess you could say Daria took it terribly. She went through a rebellious phase. Smoked, drank, partied. Broke my heart in a million pieces." She began crying, "Well she started seeing this young man. Daria swore she was in love. Course I didn't approve. She was a freshman, the only thing she should have been in love with was make up or something, like other girls. It didn't matter what I did she wouldn't leave this boy. Bout a year later I got a call at tw in the morning. Daria and her boyfriend went to a party and he decided to drive drunk. He killed my pride and joy.."

I felt tears brushing down my face as she spoke.

"Jonathan was the boy. He killed my baby. I've got nothing now."

My jaw dropped. Sure I knew it must of been a stupid mistake but it was tragic. I stood and set down beside her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder as she cried.

"Jon is bad honey, I wish you'd realize it.. but I'm not your mama. I know he's the one that sent you to the hospital. I haven't got a clue what it is about that boy, but if you're not going to leave him you're going to need to get used to it."

With that she wiped her eyes and left me shocked.

AN; oh hey look, an update that is long overdue!

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