We laid there cuddleing for an hour or so before his mother ran upstairs screaming.
"Bianca, go." She screamed.
I didnt understand. Everything was fine now. Chance and I completed the process. Thats the only problem i even had at this point in time. Where was i going?
"Get up! Chance, come on." His mother pleaded.
Chance immediatly must've knew what she was talking about, because he got off of the bed, and packing a bunch of cloths into a bag. He lifted me off of my feet, so with instinct i wrapped my legs around his waist.
I kept my eyes closed, even when we got into the truck, because i was still sitting on Chance's lap. I felt comfortable, like nothing could hurt me now.
I ended up falling asleep against Chance, not knowing what was going on. When i woke up i was laying in a bed, of what i assumed was a log cabin from the way they room looked, and the fact that there was only trees in the window. Chance was laying behind me, with his arm around me.
I felt comfortable with Chance now. I curled myself up against him, and he seemed to notice because he pulled me closer against him.
"Where are we?" I asked, knowing that he was awake.
"My grandfathers old cabin." He breathed out, without making it seem like it was big deal that we had just ran away from his house.
"Why?" I asked, almost afraid that i wouldnt like the answer he had.
"Mike's sick. He got vicious, and almost attacked my mother." Chance said slowely.
Mike? Theres no way Mike would do that. He didnt seem sick at all when i saw him a couple hours before. He seemed perfectly fine, and to himself. Was Chance lying to me? And if he was, why was he?
"Chance I-" I went to speak.
"Let's not discuss it." He groaned sadly.
"Are you sure?" I asked curiously.
"I'm alright." He assured me.
Chance's P.O.V.
She was curled against me still, and had fallen back asleep. I felt bad for lying to her but she wouldn't understand if I told her the truth. She wouldn't freaked out on me and made it horrible. I wanted to just think of me as the amazing guy she thought I was.
For the short time we'd have left together.
She whimpered a little in her sleep, making me almost nervous but calmed back down once she grabbed my shirt and pulled herself closer to me. I played with the ends of her hair, watching her sleep.
That really sounds creepy.
"I love you." I whispered.
She smiled in her sleep and then grabbed onto my shirt, tugging on it like she thought I was going to get up and run away from her or something. I knew she had issues, bad ones but I was willing to stay with her for the rest of my life.
If she'd let me.
"I have to pee." She whispered, causing me to chuckle.
"Then go?" I questioned.
"I don't want to." She whinned.
"Come on, before you pee on me." I joked.
"I would never." She fake gasped.
"Come on lazy bones." I urged.
"Fine fine." She whinned as she got up and went to the bathroom.
I laid on the bed, not moving and trying not to think about what was going on but it's all I could think about. The way she moved, and rubbed my off like she didn't care wither I was there or not. But we both knew she cared.
She was perfect in every single way imagenable. She had flaws but I loved all of them, well, mostly all of them. She was stubborn, and hard headed. I loved her and I hoped that she would forgive me for lying to her once she found out.
I hoped.
