Talia (Completed)

Staying??

*Talia's P.O.V.*

"How did you get these?" He held my hands in his, stroking his thumb along my bruises.

Memories flooded my mind as he continued holding my hands.

"Let's go talk" I forced a smile to my face, ignoring his question.

As I walked away, the pain and memories came back. One punch after another. A few kicks here and there. Even a bloody nose sometimes. A black eye ... Even a broken arm. I rubbed my elbow, remembering that event. I felt another hand on top of mine as Charles came into my view.

"Talia..." He whispered, tilting my chin to look up at him.

A tear escaped as I buried my face into his shirt. He held me close by my waist as I scrunched up his shirt in my hands, letting the tears hit the floor. I leaned back after catching my breath and looked up at him. He smiled softly as he stroked my hair out my face.

"I- I .. I want to stay ... here ... with you"

"Seriously?"

He couldn't hold back his smile as he squeezed me. He pulled back and placed his forehead against mine as he sighed. I closed my eyes and relaxed in his arms. We both pulled away and he grabbed my hand, leading me through the house. The light of the screen hit my eyes as we walked through the door to the cinema. He let me pick a film as he ordered some food. He came and sat down next to me as I snuggled into his chest.

"Not very professional Talia" He whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

I shuffled away as heat came to my cheeks. I curled my legs under myself and got comfortable when Charles put his arm around me and pulled me in closer than before.

"Not very professional Charles" I mocked.

"Were not at work.." He whispered, placing his finger on my lips.