Loving Alistair Creed

Now I feel safe

"Eek! I'm so excited to see you!" Mary-Jo squeals down the phone. "I think I'm like ten or so minutes away, although I can't really tell because I'm not sure where I am, plus I've bought David with me I hope that's ok?" No. I wasn't ok with this at all. He was just one of the many reasons I found myself pregnant and in hospital. I nod on the other end of the phone before realising that it probably wasn't the best idea as she can't see me.
"Yeah, er, of course." I smile on my part before a large bus pulls up towards me. "I see you!"
The doors open and a short, blonde haired girl comes bouncing off the bus, blonde curls flying everywhere as her skirt flows behind her. Before I can even say hey, her hands have been flung around my neck and she's almost suffocating me. When she let's go, she turns to face the door of the bus where David is lugging backpacks with him. I feel I should help but then again, did he?
"So, where are you taking us?" I look up towards Mary and smirk.

***

Sweat seeps from my body, clinging to my clothes as the music surges through my body. Then two hands land on my waist and I don't do anything to remove them. Instead I keep my hands in the air and grind against their hips, flipping my hair side to side. I drop my hand to my lips and take a long drag of the spliff in my hand. Then I turn to face the person behind me. The familiar face smirking down at me, sticking his tongue out to reveal a small white pill on the end and without thinking, I place my mouth over his, fighting his tongue with mine and swallowing the pill in one gulp. My finger traces the lines of his face, down his cheekbones and jawline, his lips and round his neck. The lights around us make it hard to understand whats going off. He leans towards my ear, brushing his lips against it before speaking.
"I've missed this Princess." He pulls a baggy out of his pocket, licking his finger and pressing it into the powder before rubbing it along his gums. And suddenly as a strip of green coming from the strobe light flashes across his face, I have the sudden urge to kiss him. To kiss my ex boyfriend. To kiss David Porter.

His lips are just how I remembered, soft and full of love and passion, none of it any real feelings, but somehow he made it feel like it was real.

Our sweaty bodies fall against a cold tiled wall, our lips still in sync inbetween David's lips planting kisses down my neck. My hand automatically reaches for his trouser zip as he lifts up my skirt and I feel so great, like I have no care in the world, that when we join for the first time since before my pregnancy, it feels right. Like this is where I should be still. I've always wanted to feel wanted and now this felt like it was it.

***

"We have to be quiet."
Giggling.
"Because my parents and brother will probably be sleeping." Both David and I help Mary-Jo into the bed in the guest room - I've never seen the girl so drunk - before making our way to mine, shushing eachother as we pass my families bedrooms. Opening the mini fridge I pull out a bottle of vodka.
"The party only just started my friend." Both of us strip to our underwear as we parade around my bedroom, dancing to the music in our heads and drinking the bottle between us. It's been a long time since I'd gone out and got absolutely wasted, I was definitely going to make this worthwhile.
"It's been a long time David," I say, falling back onto my bed snorting through my nose as I try not to laugh. David falls next to me.
"Why did you ever leave Lars?" He moves his head to face me and I do the same, our eyes locking together and guilt crossing my face.
"I had to. Nothing ever good happened for me. I was too busy drugged up or drunk to take care of a baby anyway, Day, I couldn't do it." I wipe a tear from my cheek before pulling myself under the duvet covers.
"A baby? Who the fuck said anything about a baby?"
"I never told you. I thought you'd hate me. I thought you all would."
"All? Lars, what are you talking about?"
"My fucking pregnancy David," this time I face him fully, both of us sat up so we can see eachother clearly. Me with the duvet pulled up to cover my body and him sat, now, completely naked on top of the covers.
"I still don't have a clue, you're going to have to start speaking some fucking English or I'm never going to fucking understand."
"I was pregnant David. At St. Christians. I didn't know who the fucking father was. You, Josh, that bastard chav who sold me fags. How the fuck would I have known? I didn't know half the lads I was shagging most of the fucking time." David's hand reaches for my cheek, but I turn away.
"I've got a boyfriend David."
"So? You weren't bothered about him when we were doing the dirty in that club you little slag. Why did you get rid of the baby anyway?"
"Don't call me that, Day. And I didn't. I lost it."
"That's why you..." He trails off, not finishing his sentence. I turn off the light to signal silence and climb back under the duvet fully.
"Lars?"
"Just don't talk, ok? Just hold me." And I wait a few seconds before his arm pulls round my waist and pulls me closer to him. Now I feel safe.

So, I thought by doing this chapter that it showed a lot of the old Lana that we haven't seen yet. The bad side of her has not really been shown fully, so I thought I was best to do a chapter where it is shown so you understand more of her character. By bringing back friends from her first boarding school I feel that this will help her understand more about her life now instead of her old one.
So if hope you enjoyed this!