Breaking Point

Marked

Chapter 8:

Avalon's P.O.V.

What was I thinking? Telling her about her mother? But, now that I think about it, she had to know.

She would try and find her father, who, from my understanding, was a drug addict/alcoholic/rapist.

And my Love had been raped. Just like her mother. Haley was mine. And someday, the menace will pay.

She still cried. Hours and hours it felt she cried on me and I hugged her as tight as I could. It took her a while to find that I was crying too.

"Don't you cry too," she stuttered.

"I can't stand to see you like this. Beaten and torn. It makes me feel the same way," I admitted.

I felt her wipe away both of our tears.

"No more tears," she told me.

"My mother used to tell me that," I said.

"Great minds think alike. I hope to meet her someday," she said and I could hear the smile in her voice.

But she wouldn't, if I could help it. John, Braith and I, were exilled to where we were living now. Long story...

"Someday," I said.

"Will you tell me about her?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Are you...okay?" I asked her and I felt her nod.

"She was alot like you. Caring and very understanding of me, even though she knew so little. She knew she was dying. She knew she had no chance of making it when she was pregnant, and there was a chance of 3% that even you would live. But she took that chance. She was happy when she heard you had survived, but the doctor told her she had minutes to live. I went to visit her aand she told me to protect you with everything I had. I though I was doing great...untill..." I said and stopped, about to cry.

"It's alright. Don't cry for me," she said and grazed my cheek with her hand.

"I'm not crying. I'm mad. You're mine," I said and pulled her closer to me by her hips.

She gasped at my quickness of pulling us together.

"You're mine," I repeated and leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.

Haley's P.O.V.

"You're mine," he declared, and, next thing I knew he crashed his lips to mine.

It's like we started where we left off last night. His tongue grazed against my bottom lip and instead of pulling him away, I opened my mouth.

Our tongues played for a while, then we went back to hardcore lip makeouts.

I wrapped my fingers into his hair and he ran his hand on the outside of my body up and down my sides.

My heart started pounding intensly fast. A little too fast. But I surely didn't mind. I wanted more.

But I wouldn't. Not tonight. No matter how much I wanted to fulfill my dreams, I don't know if I could just yet.

Things got more intence as he rolled on top of me and his lips left mine, going down my cheeks to my neck.

He kept kissing in this one particular spot, like debating on doing something there.

"What?" I asked, breathing heavily.

"I'm thinking..." he said.

"About?"

"Whether to mark you or not," he said.

Mark me? What the hell?

"And what does this consist of?" I asked him.