{°Highest rank: #4 in Goodgirlbadboy, #14 in yaromance°}
Catalina Rose grew up in a one horse we town, same people, same rumors. Her been a constant of expected happenings. Until Dravon Century takes a liking in her. Growing up in a small town wher...
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Catalina's POV With Tori out of town this month, I've felt more secure in the relationship. My dad doesn't talk about what happened with the phone incident, but doesn't miss a chance to say something bad about Draven. His hand runs down my back as he kisses the back of my neck. I'm tired of having to act like I'm okay, but I don't like to burden people with my emotional problems. "How are you feeling?" He asks. I shrug, not saying anything. This morning it was announced to the public, that someone left a shovel at the police station; one of the shovels that was used to bury Ellis. It put a sick feeling in me that's still there. "I'm tired," I mumble against the pillow. He pulls me on top of him. I play with the fabric of his shirt. His hands makes soothing motions in my arms. "I'm a mess right now. Ellis was like a brother to me." He sighs and sits up, so I'm now straddling him. "He's in a better place, right?" He says. I nod, not looking at him. "Are you happy that Tori is coming back soon?" He asks. "Sure," I say sarcastically. He chuckles and kisses the tip of my nose. I get off of him and lay on my side, my head rested on his stomach. He plays with a strand of my hair. "Can I sleep?" He laughs. "Oh course, baby girl." ××××××× James holds my legs around his waist as he piggybacks me on the beach. I laugh as I jump down from his back and start walking beside him. "You seem to be in lighter spirits than usual," he says. "Yeah, I'm in a better mood than I was before," I say. He smiles and bends down next to the water. He splashes some in my face and grins. The sound of voices make us stop laughing. "You have to mention me," a deep, familiar voice says. I turn around and see Draven with two other men in the distance. James rest his and on my back. "If they find one of your guy's finger prints in the shovel, your not going down alone. I was the one who actually killed the guy." "You can't be on the inside though. Your first in command; it would be pretty damn hard to give orders in prison. We know people in there, we'll be good. Plus, the best they can give without solid evidence is two years." "Okay," he says. I look up at James in horror. "I'm tired of lying about this." "About what?" One of the men says. "About Ellis or whatever the guys name was. Turns out my girlfriend was close to the guy. Little did she know what he did as a hobby," Draven says. James steps in front of me so I can no longer see them. "Let's go," he says. I nod; he takes my hand and pulls me away. Before we can get far enough they look over at us. ×××××× I close the door behind me and take deep breaths. "Cata," a deep voice says from behind me. I turn around and see Draven. My window is open, letting me now how he got in here. "I know you heard what happened-" "You killed Ellis," I say, tears brimming my eyes. "How- why wouldn't you tell me this!?" He steps closer and I step back. "Just listen to me-" "Hurry up and say it." "Yes I killed him!" He says. Tears escape my eyes. "I started working with my dad's old gang again, trying to get the son of a bitch that killed my father. We went to the place where they have their set up and shit, trying to find the guy. The guy that was so great and like a brother to you, he was working was them. He was loyal, so didn't give information, we knew he would rat so we had to kill him." "I-I can-" "And the guy that killed my dad, Gig, he's your father!" He says loudly. My brows draw together. He looks over at my mirror and takes down a picture I have of me and my dad from when I was three. "Who is the guy next to you?" He asks. "My dad. The only one I have, that's down stairs right now," I snap. He shakes his head and takes a picture out of his pocket. He hands it to me. Its the same picture. "That's Tig and his wife Camilla," he says. "They gave their baby up for adoption when things got really bad in the business he was involved in and didn't want it getting hurt. That baby is you." I sit down on the bed, my expression blank. I look up at him and take a deep breath. "So, my father killed your father." He nods. "Am I supposed to say I'm sorry?" He sits down next to me. "No, your not supposed to say anything. I'm sorry I've been keeping that from you. You deserved to know," he says. I shake my head. "I love you so much. Yell at me. Hit me, do anything." "Stop," I say. "You-you should go. I need to be alone right now." He turns me so I'm facing him. He leans down and kisses me. I find myself kissing him back. My hands fall into his hair. "I'm so sorry," he says as he gets up and walks back to the window.
