The NeverLand Kids

Chapter 36

*Reece's POV

My grip, on Valentino's hand, tighten, as we started to pull up to my house, He chuckled a bit, squeezing back. "Reece?" He said, after a couple of moments. I looked up. "I can't feel my fingers." He nodded towards my death grip. "Sorry!" I muttered, loosen my hold. "Its cool." He wiggled his fingers. I stood up, after grabbing my backpacks. Then, started of the bus. "Reece, don't forget to text us your work schedule as soon as you get it." Alvin smiled. I smiled back, "Will do, Captain!" Alvin hugged me, while Vale gave me an affection-filled fist bump. I gave Christen and Diego pecks on the cheek. Finally, I stepped out of the van.

*Ciara's POV

I got up from my warm bed, to answer my door. "What?" I groaned, angrily. It dropped when I realized it was Reece. She was only in a shirt. Timmy's shirt. I was pretty sure nothing was underneath. Her eyes were unfocused. I called her name, hoping to snap her out of it. It didn't work. She walked

past me and laid down on the couch. I gave her a blanket and went back to bed. But I couldn't fall asleep. I really wanted to know what happened.

"Civil?" Reece called out. I didn't know how she knew I was there. I took a deep breathe, "Where are you mentally?" Reece let our a shaky breathe and closed her eyes, "I-I'm

a-a-at Da-dav-vid's ho-hou-house, wi-with them. Th-they're rap-rapping my mo-om and I can-n't help her." Who are they? Did they rape Reece? A lot more question filled my mind. I wanted to ask her questions. To learn about her past. I wanted to ask why she gave her love to people that wouldn't love her back. But I didn't.

I walked back to my place. Reece had asked me to stop by Mrs. A's house to pick something Claire sent us. Four sketchbooks fill with sketches for our fashion lines. And a binder overfilled with poems, song lyrics, and never-sent love letters. And the most amazing ever wedding vows, 'They may say we're just kids. If this isn't love, it something more powerful. I know there will be days, I won't want to look at you,

but even on those days you

will be the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Right now, we have nothing figured out, but I don't care as long as I'm with you. The apocalypse could be outside and I'd still think nothing Could hurt me, while I'm in your arms. I'd face my biggest fears for you in a heartbeat, if you asked me to. Please don't ask me to. It won't always be spring time and rainbows. Sometimes it'll seem like thunderstorms and cloudy sky, but promise to hold me tight those night. Please hold me tight on those night. Even if you temporarily hate me.' See? Anyway, I managed to balance everything in one arm and open the door. Dropping the stuff on couch, I called for Reece. She wasn't on the couch like usual. I found her in the bathroom. She had found my razors Blood flowing from her wrists. Tears in her ears. They finally managed to break her. Those sick bastards. I grabbed my first aid kit, and sat across from her. That's when I saw them. Temples drawn on her palms. I cleaned and wrapped her cuts. Two on each wrists. Reece didn't actually start crying till my arms were around her.

*Reece's POV-

I woke up from my nightmare, gasping for air. Thankfully, I didn't wake Ciara. After crawling out of her room, I took a shower. Letting the hot water beat my tighten, tired muscles and wash away trances of my nightmare. Then I went into one of those blackout moments. Where my body starts operating without my mind's consent.

When I came to, I was so freaking confused. I was in this clay-like box. Then crawl out of what ever I was in. I gasped,

It's beautiful. It was a temple. I couldn't have made this. I've always been terrible when it can sculpturing. That was Rector's thing. But clay was underneath my nails. Maybe my subconscious can go think that my conscious can't.

*Ciara POV

Reece rolled on her sideway, facing me. "I'm tired of this place! It's fucked up. So are we, by association. And I don't want to be. Let's make a place of our own. Your Wonderland and my Neverland. You can be the queen and I, the king. We'll call it……MaddingHood! What do ya think?" She was smiling her brilliant smile. I nodded. We stayed up, talking about MaddingHood. By morning, we had all the basics mapped out.

*Reece's POV

I stopped drawing in my MaddingHood sketchbook and looked at her. She was sitting on the floor, making a popsicle stick version of our palace. She was almost finished, like I was with the last sketch. I went back to work.

*Ciara's POV:

I awoke up, by myself. I stumbled my way to the living room. Reece was there, painting our castle. "How long have you been up?" I yawned. "Since one." She replied. "So, what have you been up to?" I asked, getting comfortable on couch. "I've finished everything except your portion of the castle and your crown." Reece stated. "Even the bible?" She nodded. "How many pages was it?" I asked, shocked. "763." She smiled, "In six-nine days, we'll have the first ever MaddingHood bible!"

"It's here!" She squealed, plopping down on my lap. Peeking

over her shoulder, I saw a burgundy books with, 'MaddingHood Bible' across the front. In gold letter. It were fucking gorgeous. "How much did this cost?" I asked, running my fingers over the cover. "Forty bucks." she shrugged, "I know a guy that knows a guy." Reece snuggled into my side. "Read it to me?" She asked. I smiled, opening the new book. She pressed two innocent kisses against my neck, as I started reading. Innocent, right?

My chest was pressed against her back. She was humming lightly. We were both naked, but nothing was awkward. It should be awkward. But I'm glad it's not. Something about Reece never lets things get awkward. And I love it. "Whatcha humming?" I whispered, in her ear. Scared to ruin everything.

"I'm not sure. Why? You like

it?" She whispered, back. I nodded, resting my chin on his head. This shouldn't feel right, but it does. "We're out of room in your living room. So I asked Mrs. and Mr. Benson, if we could have a room there. They said yes, so I went to choose a room. And I found one. It's in the part of the house they don't use much. And it's big, and private. Civil, it's perfect!" Reece turned in my arms. "Really?" I asked, before pecking her forehead. "Yes. You just have to see it!" She said. "I believe you." I kissed her forehead, again. "I didn't even tell you the best part. There's this loft. And we could easily make it look like a treehouse!" Reece grinned. "I love it already!" I smiled.